What does one call the point that they come to
When they'd rather sit alone
Than be with those who care?
When they shut themselves off
From the world
And close the door
In the faces of
Those who are concerned?
When they feel a change
Coming over them
One that they can't seem
To stop.
They feel themselves
Being dragged
Into the void.
Locking themsleves
In their room.
Hiding from the world,
Hiding from those who
Call themselves friends,
The ones who can't even
Take a moment to listen,
To hear what one has to say
About what may be
Bothering them,
Causing them sorrow
And grief.
What causes them to
Lock themselves in their room.
To seek friends
Which they have never met,
And most likely never will.
And to live in that world
As if it were the one they live in,
As if it were real,
So the pain they feel
In the one that is real
Doesn't seem so bad,
Doesn't seem so close,
An escape,
Into a mind.
One that's misunderstood more times than not.
One that just wants to be left alone
To sit and think,
Alone.

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