Do you know lonely?
It's okay to ask yourself that question.
I know the answer.
Lonely and I are old friends.
We go way back,
we shared a womb and ever since then
it's been us two.
Lonely doesn't like to share,
doesn't like eyes unless it's mine,
doesn't like their hand touching
or their hearts loving too much.
Likes to keep me to itself,
lonely doesn't let me out
doesn't let me loose,
doesn't like sudden movements,
doesn't like how my yearning feels.
Lonely is a psychopath,
with no feelings and dangerous motives,
jealous for attention and potentially explosive.
I feel hope and lonely asks what for?
Lonely makes me different, makes me think, makes me see the world in a new dimension, helps me to see that there are dimensions. Lonely says that people are pathetic, says that I would be just like everyone else without it. That everyone is everyone and no one is someone and that in an abyss filled with everyone lonely has made me someone.
Lonely is sick minded and grotesque, lonely like to molest my thoughts and make me doubt my self.
I am crazy lonely.
I will never find another person like me,
who thinks like me who has the same standards
who wants the same goals
who see the world like me,
Lonely gets it, because it is less messy this way.
No one has to wonder, no one has to know, no one has to be torn asunder when the realize I'm alone.
It has become a secret identity... I am lonely.
I am...lonely.
I am Lonely.
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