on

My radio is always on
I seldom listen
My television is always on
I never watch it
My computer screen is always on
But I never touch it

I just lay on my bed
And wonder
what it all means?

My mind always wonders
And it�s always discouraging.
My solitude
Is hurting

I feel it eating away
From my insides
My heart is turning
Blacker
My soul is becoming
Fainter
Pretty soon
I�ll be no more
Just alone
In my room

My radio is still on
My tv is still on
My computer is still on
But I am not
My mind
body
and soul
are already dead.
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