p.142

Every night, as the evening wears on,
I fall deeper into myself.
I am falling in an everlasting spiral,
and it only goes down.

The later it gets, the darker I seem to
become, until, eventually, there is no
light within my usually dark brown
eyes, and I’m gone.

I am lonely, simply put.
I, like most humans, want someone
to hold me.
To comfort me.
To love me with all of their being.
But I, unlike most humans,
suffer from the lack of it.
I am empty.

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