It's easier to appreciate alone time when you have people in your life.
If you don't, that alone time feels like hell.
I can't tell you how much time I've spent pacing back and forth,
Or sitting in a dark room,
Wishing I had someone to talk to,
Because I've garnered a hate for being by myself.
But thinking about it now,
I probably wouldn't hate being alone if I had people in my life.
But as you know, I have no one,
Because everyone left.
So I'm always alone, writing poetry, staring out the window, or into my phone,
Trying to find an escape from the helpless loneliness that is my own.
But I never escape,
Because even when I stare out the window, or into my phone
I see other people living a life I wish I could know.
I see them with their friends,
Smiling, laughing, and loving each other to no end,
And I can't help but wish I were them,
But I know I'm not, and I know I never will be,
Because I know I will always be alone,
I always have been.
