You don’t know what it’s really like to be alone.
To wake up every morning with nothing
Nothing but the dull throb of emptiness
An emptiness that swallows everything else
No friends
No family
No tears
No joy
No connections
It’s my life
Always has been
And always will be
Don’t say I haven’t tried
I try every day
I talk
I interact
I share
But nothing sticks
Like a soft morning mist
Ephemeral, mystic, and empty
