This is about being a reclusive. many people suffer from this dissorder.
I’m out of my mind
So I stay out of site
I wonder to myself what have I become
No more than alive
So dead inside
Don’t know where this feeling is coming from
The words I try to speak
May come out bleak
I feel so cold
I cry out for some care
But there is no one there
All I need is a hand to hold
I no longer go outside
I just stay in my mind
Guess my life is not worthwhile
I’m a victim of myself
Living in my own hell
All I have to give is an empty smile
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