Words From My Soul

Going Queitly

I'm having issues,

But so is everyone else.

So I guess I can handle it by myself.

I sit alone and think,

About how alone I've felt for years.

I sit and wonder,

Why no one wants me.

I'm losing sleep,

As my mental health deteriorates.

I hate myself.

I hate this pain I feel.

I hate everything about being alone.

No one likes me,

Or meets my standards.

So I stay alone,

Looking at my subtle doom.