I sit in my room tring to remeber the lost memories and i came to see the things i see...concidering schizophrenia or imagination to explain the things i cant <br />still, even then, things dont make since to me.... <br />i sit in my room tring to hang on for the next moment. try not to think of the negativity surrounding. i look out my window and listen to rain pouring down from the roof top. thunder fills the dark skies with a little light as i listen to my radio tring to hear something other then nothin.. im tring to think of what to write next but......nothing.. <br />what to do....what to write but... always i feel so alone. when other times i feel someones there...when no one els feels like that.... i feel so alone.....when im really not...<br /><br />katie lindsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-825/
