Prisoner of Loneliness

By Christopher Murphy

Sitting here

All by myself

These four walls

Are my only friends

No one knows

I’m still in here

Guess nobody cares

That I’m alone

Stuck inside my head

The thoughts are never ending

All I keep thinking

Is of what to do

My loneliness is all

I seem to have to cling to

This will be the way it ends

I’m a prisoner of loneliness

Surrounded on all sides

It’s like a self made cell

I don’t try to leave

It’s feeing just like home

Still sitting on my bed

The days they pass so quickly

I see no reason to get up

Nothing seems to change

Stuck inside my head

The thoughts they keep on coming

Everything on my mind

Stops all at once

My loneliness is all

I seem to have to cling to

This is how it ends

I’m as a prisoner of loneliness

Breaking out is not and option

Not like I could there’s no restraints

I’m in here of my own free will

There’s nothing else to do

But wait in silence…

My loneliness is all

I seem to have to cling to

This is how I’ll end

As a prisoner of loneliness

Copyright © Christopher Murphy 2005