When it died
I felt it,
I could feel how alone it was
How much it wanted me to do something,
But i didn't
Tears started
And I fell
The mental hold
The hold I had on being alone,
Not really talking to anyone
It took its told
And how it takes its time,
The little part,
The part that always
Talked,
Always did things,
Gone,
The only thing left to do
It comes back
