The line went dead,
No more messages read,
No Notification tone,
All indications of being alone.

Far too long,
Stuck alone listening to song,
Could say I’m at peace with serenity
But she don’t even wanna fuck with me.

What did I do, what did I say,
To make everyone I connect with go away,
Once or twice you can blame someone else,
But when it’s routine you gotta blame yourself.

Using vain repetition to hide the constant pain,
Relying on being bold and confident, hiding the tears in the rain.
At some point reality will be clear and
I will have to answer to everyone I held dear.

Sitting here wondering,
Lay on the bed and stare,
Is it a belief? Is it a wish?
Could I ever be what I’m suppose to be instead being the empty me?

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