There’s no point
Standing here I moved to go back to playing the same game I’ve been playing alone for days
In between prescribed daily activities
But there’s no point
The day will end I will be alone tomorrow will come I have to get up then anything that happens between then and now
There’s just
There’s no point
In staring at another screen
I’m just standing in space unmoving staring
There’s no point I’m not enjoying myself I’m just killing time
There’s no point I could just sit on the floor and stare into space for six hours and then go to sleep
It would accomplish the same thing
I’d still be alone here
In silence
Trying not to feel or do anything just waiting for the day it ends
Just waiting
Going out won’t make me feel any better it’s just me with different scenery
The location of being alone with myself will not change
There’s nothing here
I’m bored and lonely
But I’ve been bored and lonely since January so I’ll live right?
And I won’t remember it so who cares about the moments that slip out and hurt so much I can’t breathe but I do even though
There’s no fucking point
Another night of nothing
My one thing got up and left so I’m left with silence in my brain
Left
No one to help me keep the demons off
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