Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I'm more used to my loneliness

 Than other companies.

Sometimes I don't know how

 To behave when someone wants

 To sit next to me. 
 I don't want to have a bad reaction,

 But I'm already tired

 Of all the people who come and go

 After I've attached myself enough

 To feel pain behind them. 
 Alcohol, tobacco, drugs

 Don't help anyone, 

Sometimes the music plays

 To spite me and bring down all my tears.