Walking down dark streets and stepping into an empty bar. Sit in a corner suck down long halls and jack. Scribbling on paper images of how I feel and who I was. It's been months since I've been on my own. No one seems to see me even those that know me. I am satisfied to finally be left alone, with my thoughts with my heart. I've been mumbling in my sleep again, calling out. My roommate is disturbed by this he doesn't see how I've really started to feel. I don't even know how this happened. I can barely know you and even though you are so far away, I call for you in my sleep. I've hidden away tonight cause I don't want to see anyone, I think of whether or not to call and if the real pain of all this will be soon to come.