laying in my bed, I feel the loneliness creeping in, how dare it bother me, ruin my self pity, it isnt so bad you know, to live alone, after awhile you get used to the cold, its hard to get bold, when rejection takes hold, so i lay here, cold and empty, waiting for death to tempt me, with words of empathy, for those that care for me
Gosh, I bet everyone knows someone like the person described in your poem. I wish people would learn that sitting around won't help them one single bit. And I know what it feels like to have lonliness come in and slap you with reality "NO ONE'S GONNA MAKE IT BETTER FOR YOU!" Very well done, Jackal. You have my thumbs up.