the skeletons and clouds aren't my friends anymore.

the skeletons in my closet

close the door on me every

time I enter my bedroom.

even they have a hard time

listening.

the clouds part ways

as soon as I step outside

of my house.

they know I sit in darkness

far too often in my head.

how sad is it that even the

skeletons and clouds don't want

to be near me?

is the darkness really that

obvious?

is that why you shut the door

on me too?

at least I'll always have the

midnight sky that haunts

my mind.

even if everything around me

disintegrates and disappears

into the black abyss.