I really do think I cease to exist
When I’m not in front of people
What is left must be a ghost
Some inhuman thing
That maybe once was
People don’t seem to quite grasp how alone I am
What being alone all the time does to someone
How could I spend any more time by myself unless there was an apocalypse?
Unless I was in jail?
When I had my overdose
In the minimal moments of consciousness being rolled through a hospital
My brain thought I, the worst person on Earth, had finally been apprehended
At my least cognitive I believe I am the worst
Sometimes I think of that and I try to trick myself into thinking otherwise
But how am I to believe anything when I am this alone
Texting just gave people the option to never have to actually check up on people
Because they can trick themselves into thinking texting “how are you”
Is checking up
I wouldn’t let someone live like this
Except me apparently
But how am I supposed to stop me from being alone?
Conjure up humanoids that won’t live without me?
Like everyone lost it during COVID
And most people were with someone
7 years
Like this
And all I wanted was hello
And I never got it
From anyone
I honestly don’t know how I’m even the least bit of sane that I am
Hearing people be together around me
Always around me
I don’t know
I really don’t
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