It's so dark and timid. My soul is seeping between the cracks of this forsaken earth. The streaks of terror and loneliness echo through the desolated place called home. With no one around and nothing to grab hold to. I sink deeper and deeper between the solid walls of desolation. So un-cared for and fragile with broken wounds untouched. I look up and see no light and with little hope of happiness. It lingers inside with a want to escape, but no one to help it through. Just too tattered and unwanted that I feel it doesn't matter. No reason to feel the omitted sense of love. Comfort of trust. Nor the sentiment of security. No reason to feel wanted. Beautiful or young.
No reason at all.
Or maybe just for no one.