Misty Grey Day

'I look out the window. And the grey gloom sky looks back. We stare into one another. And do you know what I see? Nothing...'

When I'm home.
Alone.
In my room.
On my own.
Alone.
In a house.
Alone.
I go to my shelf.
And I look out.
I look out the window.
And the grey gloomy sky looks back.
We stare into one another.
And do you know what I see?
Nothing.
Alone.
In my room.
On my shelf.
Looking.
Nothing.
I see nothing.
I see nothing at all.
Me.
Alone.
No.
Not alone.
In the drawer.
Under.
Underneath.
Underneath.
Inside the shelf.
There is something.
Something.
That something.
And that one something.
That something makes me want to bleed and starve and cry and hurt and cut out and start and start again and see blood and murder and freeze and claw out and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and
Alone.
In my room.
In a house.
Alone

Author's Note

Is there too much repeating? Thanks