Lavender Scented Poems

u n t i t l e d

I feel like
I'm reaching my hands into glass
There is a new dimension behind it. 
The walls around me break like egg shells. 
I'm left alone on a concrete slab,
staring off into the vastness of being alone.
Loosing new people and shopping trips.
Cards are one thing
But to be loosing summer nights
and drunk elevator rides
and the only thing that feels like home
in a place other wise desolate,
Feels like needles running over my arms,
And glass shattering,
And gongs crashing in my ears.
I am cold.
I am alone.
And I am unwanted.