Just wanting to be alone
even alone is still with myself.
sadness engulfing,
sometimes still glimpses,
i try to dig to find them
they don't want anything
to do with me.
the words form but they
slip away
i know you will not hear.
in my head, my good friend,
not always loyal.
just wanting to be alone
without a brain
even alone is still with myself
desperately crawling away
as i repel
the last of
my own company