My emotions just aren't reaching my eyes

these days.

I blink a few times,

try to clear the haze.

But I'm still detached,

here but gone at the same time,

counting the minutes until I can go back to my solitude.

Is that such a crime?

Surrounded by love, yet wanting nothing

more than the comfort of my own isolation,

and the sanctuary that resides between my headphones

echoing screams of self degredation.

I want to be loved.

I want to feel through more than haunted tears.

To be seen as vibrant and full of life,

not restricted by restless fears.