Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20200208173711

Have you even been the only

Breathing thing in a room?

An empty shell of a real place,

All shadowed in gloom.

There always seems to be

At least one moment of doubt,

You sit there, head swarming, like

Will I ever get out?

Will someone I knew

Come to set me free?

Or will I rot away, never

Speaking, a shadow of me?

Sometimes I wonder,

If this is like being dead,

But it’s just so much worse to be,

Alone in my own head 