Jaded yet Awakened,
Life feels so empty.
Pre-empting
The next bittersweet,
rock hard blow.
The initial hit is beautiful
The aftermath is low.
I don’t know what to say,
or if I even exist.
I don’t want to do that.
If I did, it would mean trying once more,
to face the world and join in
and attempting to be loved
The truth is, sometimes I believe I am too vibrant,
too much for anyone.
It’s not something I can change.
Why can I not be a fool?
Instead, I run
to and from,
The Edge.
It comes in waves
like nausea.
I think I’m alright,
then I’m not.
They say Carbon Monoxide is the silent killer
This comes to nought, as I know
the onslaught
of Loneliness
Is much worse.
I need someone, I need someone, I need someone…
Does anyone need me?
Is there anybody out there...?