In Piecez

Sometimes,
All you can do is talk into a page.
To feel some sort of life surge through your numb chest.
Because,
Being alone for so long can scar your Mind.
Tricking yourself to despise the human touch,
For reasons distracting you from every wrong you must confront.
Until,
You get home after walking off miles of pain,
Just to feel more when you finally lay back down,
On the bed you’ve made…