Why am I alone?

I had no purpose

In cutting all ties

Telling myself

I can get through or

Surround myself with lies

Slowly rejecting

Those who try to

Come near

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What type of hypocrite am I?

My self-induced muteness in

Unread texts and

Lack of awareness and-

The flower patterns on the

Off-white walls remain permanent

As I stare into fate

The termination imminent

I didn't want you to go

I was simply repulsed by

The jagged glass cage

That scars me every time I try

Funny how when I physically write

I can't put this person together

But staring at another layer (of glass, of course)

Seems to arrange my thoughts

Distracting myself with me

Rhythmical hopes of

Tomorrow's me being happy

And the moment being mine

But I'm stuck

In the prison

Of self

Until the end of time

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I admit,

I'm lonely

At the mercy of

The concept of

Conscious thought

Feelings aren't the best

Form of company but

What can I do?

a/n: I wrote this at the start of April, but now felt like the time to publish it]