Self Imposed Isolation Poem by Colin Wood

I can scream so loud no one can hear me.
And you could dry my imaginary tears
Each of them a frustration of embittered years
Wasted so many times, I'll embrace my fears

Hugging a whisky glass.
Forgetting all that that's past
Its not comfortable
It's not a usual

Want to feel so bad, I could hurt myself
I feel so mad, I want to hurt myself
If I hurt myself to feel real...
It wouldn't be real.

I hear the rain and it won't cleanse me
I stood in the rain,
Felt the weight of the sky
(I've wanted to die, I needed to cry)

I look to the sun and it burns my eyes
I feel the heat and it peels my skin
But the purge of the buring flame
Are dreams don't forgive me of sin.

Brought up on the right side of the wrong street.
Living on the wrong side of the right street.
Dreaming in the right side of the wrong bed.
Feeling sorry for myself in self imposed isolation