I should be glad to be 'free' but actually I'm scared,
I'll never discover if you ever really cared,
I'm stupidly terrified of being alone,
With nothing but my thoughts, silence, and wounds being
sewn,
The threat of too much time is hovering close by,
With stillness and tranquility and heartfelt soft bird
cries,
With each moment that passes piercing with actual pain,
Inside, looking out, just me watching the rain.