bleed between the lines

Sitting in my room
I feel the emptiness.
Of the walls surronding me.
Colorless, dry and still.

I touch them
in hope to find life.
They're warm.
I talk to them
in hope to find a friend.

They stand there
staring at me,
in hope to find life.
I touch my arm
It's cold.

Sitting in my room
The walls feel the emptiness.
In my heart, in my eyes.
Colorless, dry and still.

-T