First, I’m a little rusty, it’s been awhile and I hate starting off. First is always the worst so keep that in mind. So I’m just gonna write about a prompt. Interesting, right?
*how do I whisper “no” on my blog…*
What is it like to be alone?
“Can you hear the wedding bells?
I hear the chains rattle in Hell.
See the beauty of the Spring?
I see a broken sparrow, weeping for her wing.
Do you see hope for tomorrow?
All I see is yesterdays sorrow… You speak of happiness, I speak of Hell.
You see the silver lining, I see a thunderstorm. I know
the harshness of reality. I know what it is to be alone.
I know what it is to be lonely, what it is to be left for
nothing. The colors fade to grey, until you just can’t take another day…
Don’t tell me of happiness, I know what it is to be lonely.
I know how to be alone…”