Alone Thoughts
He sits alone. No faces or voices but the ones in his head.
His thoughts keep playing over and over like a record needle that won't move.
His head wants to explode but there is no pain. The pain comes from his heart. The voices won't stop.
He feels trapped.
Trapped in his own head.
In one room.
A room like a box.
They say he's lonely, but he know he isn't. It's not his thoughts afterall, it's the people he knows. They hurt him.
They box him in that little room.
And he sits there thinking alone with his thoughts and voices, bearing the weight of the world.
They won't stop no matter what.
It's constant like static on the tv.
No ending, no beginning. Constant.
And he sits and stares in the dark with his thoughts locked in and secret.
Never to be shared, never to stop...
~tsm
Blessed Be,
Tamara











