Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac

The Last One Left

I've been cut off before,
but I've never done the cutting myself.
At least, that's what I thought.

But now
I'm realizing
I've been cutting myself off from everyone.

I blocked him.
I stopped reaching out to her.
I ditched my psychiatrist.

Now I'm alone.
I just have my therapist—
the one I never wanted in the first place.

Now I'm wondering if I should get rid of her too.