Life of Cat

Sometimes i crave to just be alone, then I feel guilty about the family I have back at home. Not that I don’t love them or appreciate them at all. It’s just easier when those low moments call. Sometimes the silence is too loud to bare. Sometimes the numbness is too much to care. It’s all about balance and control of the mind, but it seems I lost that in this one of mine. Between being a mummy, a daughter a sister and a friend I still sit here and wonder when will this feeling of isolation end. I’m stuck in my head with thoughts as the walls and memories the floor and the voices inside them still wanting more, being stuck just isn’t enough, act on what we say and listen to us. But I know they are not real I know they aren’t really there. I hate this I don’t want it no more it just isn’t fair. I want to be happy be the real cat but something is stopping me and I can’t help that.