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Elizabeth Johnson.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-NOT BY ME_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Flashing headlights and rainy weather.
The milky purple sky turns to a dark blue over city lights.
Staring out the window keeping time to the music in my head with my foot the fog in the headlights paints pictures of loneliness.
The lyrics play in my head filled with depression, anger, and pain.
Take everything away from me silent angel.
These words describe so much in a few short seconds. Feelings overpowering
my senses begin to fade leaving me alone in the dark scary space called my mind filled with anger and hatred toward each breath.
To be alone is terrifying... dangerous.
When you're alone you have time to think of reasons why you're still here.
Things you shouldn't have to think about.
I fade back to reality with the quiet hum of tires on wet pavement.
The soft swoosh of the windshield wipers screams in my ears.
Every noise seems amplified when you feel so alone.
The noise is always loudest when you most want it to stop.
I often lay alone in my room on the floor finding beauty in the silence.
Free from ignorant comments and childish projectiles.
Finding and escape only in music and silence.
Remaining distant from reality helps soften the impact of it all.
Only to be thrown back into reality where it is violent and full of ignorance and hatred.
Eventually you must return to reality and try to deal with it.
