Sanity/stuck
Stuck in a room with un fimumalir faces
Stuck in a time I wish was mine
I sit here and think
Writing this down
In a room by my self
I’ve been here a time or two
So peaceful yet so predictiable
Here without you
All of the good memories we’ve had still lingering
Inside my head
Getting the same old feeling of being watched again
By the spirits roaming place to place
I;m stuck in a time which I want to be perfect
Stuck in a place I want to call home
But how can I when I;m stuck like I am?
All I can do is cry and hope to gaia
That someone notices
Because my voice won’t work
Cause trust me I;ve tried

I like that very much.
It explains so many feelings in such a simple and true way.
Thankyou for sharing that.