I am alone now,
I was alone yesterday,
In my room,
Dim,
Dark,
Despairing.

Confined to its melancholy air,
Secluded from the tragedy of the world,
Away from everything,
Apart,
Separate,
Disjoined.

I pretend that it'll be all right,
That everything will sort its self out,
And everyone will be okay.
I know it's not true.

It may be the east way out,
But for now,
I'm just fine with that...