Alone or lonely

Have you ever sat in a room that made you want to run to your lonesome?
So much so that you question why you didn't just stay home
Pushing you inward as you unravel from the forgettable present that you hold space with
Never would I ever
Share these truths that damn me to this encasement within
It is here that I find my strength
A reason to exist
I breathe because I need to exist for me
To be my hero
To be my silver lining
So I chase myself and the other selves that I find throughout
Dying and gasping anew
Making me whole again
I awaken through the abandonment of those hollowed spaces that I find myself wondering in and out of