More Than This

I’m sitting here in an empty room
No one’s with me

Silence filling up the air
I am empty

Not doing anything
Nothing at all

Not doing anything
And I feel so small

The world is living
Outside these doors

The world is happy
I want more

More that this room
So white and so cold

I think I’ll go join them
And be no more, alone
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So, new to mibba, first post. woo! anyways, i was going through my documents and found this from about a year ago. i don't remember writing this, but it was for my literature class last year so i figured i'd post it. so, yah