Alone.

Alone


Running, running, running.
Trying to find a home.
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding,
my bones are weary.

As my body aches and breaks,
I search for something to hold onto,
crashing plates,
I'm noticing what I forgot to do.

The faint voice, a faint light,
telling me to go back 'home'.
While I am given such a fright,
I stand there dreary, walking into the night.

There are screams, crashes.
I cry in the corner,
trying to face all of the bashes,
the shadows adore me.

All alone.