i'm used to being alone
living alone
working alone
having fun alone
though i know i am not alone
but these days honestly
this loneliness
is emptying each and every drop
of life left inside me
i know it ain't right
but i keep thinking about suicide
i don't know where to get help
a therapist ain't for free
and no one will save me
and my friend is hurting too
and i am still scared to be true
YOU ARE READING
tales of the mentally disordered
Poetry'it's cold, dark and lonely but it's home' . . . . . . A very random collection of poems
