Sitting on this train
Next to someone I don't know
Surrounded by people I don't know for that matter
Alone once again
I always feel lonely
No matter how many friends I have
Or who I'm with, it's all the same
The loneliness just sits there waiting
If you think about it
The only person I have
Is myself, and I don't treat myself like a friend
More like an enemy
It's true, I do hate myself
Every last part of me is disgusting and worthless
Yet here I am, hanging out with myself
Siting on this train, next to someone I don't know
All alone
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
