I am cracking
I find myself in my old dark home
With darkness, isolation, depression, and self-hate my only friends
I feel an intense degree of wanderlust
I'm dreaming of abandoning all responsibility and following the wind
Letting go of what little human connection I have
Simply going not looking back
I'm an asshole
I refuse to compromise even a little in any part of my life
It's simply selfishness I call self-respect
Continuously I push anyone who shows kindness away
Forcing myself into a pit of loneliness
Many men and women want me
But none of them love me
Everyday fades together
I wake, work, rest, repeat
Lying to myself I say I'm going to become a writer
No one is going to read this.
