I know you've said it so many times, repeating it so much you've gotten yourself to believe it as well. "You aren't alone," You tell me for what seems to be the hundredth time. And yet I still know I am. Because when it's two a.m. and I'm crying out, I'm alone. When I ask to see you because I need someone to keep me sane, but you don't want to leave home or even give me a call, I'm alone. When I tell you I feel so damn hopeless, but you tell me in annoyance that I'm just being over dramatic, I'm alone. I know you're trying your best to pretend you care, I know you think it's helping. I also know you never bother with me until I do something stupid, yet I'm always there before you can call. I know you think this is caring, I know you just don't know how to deal with someone in my situation, but I never asked you to try. I know you don't mean those words. Because with every time you tell me, "You aren't alone." I feel even more so.
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PoetryMy series of poems about various subjects.