The unhappiness of my soul,
seeps out into this abyss of loneliness.
Filtering into the minds of the young.
I sit and gaze into the walls surrounding me.
Cursed with the feeling of existing not.
A deeper me I need to know.
Giving rebirth to a soul once disowned.
Challenging my soul to stay anchored,
in this endless state of solitude.
By: PryncesSyndrome ©