Am I ALAN

 

How to be alone. I’m alone.

Sometimes I think I’m a stranger in my own life

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror, like really looked. Deep into your own eyes, and thought, is this real? Is this really me?

Here. I’m here. I exist. I breathe. I’m alive, for now.

Sometimes I just want to get in the car and drive, I’d drive and I’d imagine that I’m driving off the road //

I’d drive to you. I’d sit on your doorstep and wait until you came home. Maybe you’d let me in, I could see your life now and I’d start to cry and you’ll hold me and realise you still love me. Because you still love me, don’t you? You just don’t know how.

 

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