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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  • Parisa Nasrabadi on Aug 21, 2010

    intense, but still great!

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