Alone

Once again I've been speaking to the shadows on the wall as the moon brings light into my room of darkness.
Constant thoughts of throwing away my last piece of humanity for one piece of sanity. Bipolar thoughts cloud my mind.
I'm laughing away the pain, next moment I'm angry with myself for my very existence on this planet of sins.
Many have used their gun to take their pain away with a bullet on the floor with a piece of mind stuck to it.
Alone right now but will never take the silver train to rest my brain in a puddle of red wine my vessel is filled with.
Alone, alone, alone here speaking to the shadows on the wall, one that struggles with himself can be the dagger for his downfall.
But could also be the hand that guides him up the ladder of success.
Alone in the world he walks upon
Alone with his shadow he speaks with that lays on the wall.
His mind isn't alone as the voice in his head speaks these words he writes out on this very page.
Alone
Alone
With the shadow on the wall.
Alone with the kid that I'm stuck upon

This poem is about: 
Me

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