It may be lonely sitting here alone.
Yes, it is quiet.
Sometime, somehow, the world changed.
I have no one,
I am my own.
Alone, yet never stronger than I was ever before.
Because; I don't need anyone anymore.
Or do I?
I have become a castle,
with a gate made of iron.
Yet, hay is what makes this castle.
Sitting here alone,
I long for someone to be around me,
anyone at all.
You were always here,
you have never left.
Yet I was always alone,
I was never allowed to be comforted by your presence.
If, there was a comfort in it at all.
The walls around me have become my friends.
Whilst I became everything to you.
I became everything for you.
You started to own me,
to possess me.
And I starting to losing who I am.
and I can't find myself.