It feels like it’s been a while

Since I’ve spoken to myself

I forgot all of the words

Which I used to make me smile.

It feels like I’ve closed a door

Locking out an old, good friend

Pretending I no longer hear

The voice echoing inside.

It feels cold, and it feels lonely

And it feels I’m out of love

Love for me and for my thoughts

For the voice locked inside.

I keep trying to return

To find it and let it out

But the path is always hidden

And the lock will never turn.

Getting used to being lonely

Even hiding from my voice

Has turned me into a statue

Cold, and frozen, and unloved.

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