I never can be alone
This dorm room is a revolving door
When my phone lights up
Anxiety fills
Just leave me alone.

Even while asleep
I am being woken by the
Bodies that fill this small space
I am forced to live in.

The pointless conversations are nauseating.
Listening to their voices
Imagining I am elsewhere.

Can they not tell I just want to be in solitude?
I cannot act bothered.
My empathy for their problems
Is killing me slowly
So draining.

They have written my death already.
Just by nagging someone who is
Just too fragile.
But I will continue to be there for them.
If they only knew what went through my head…
I know they would be there for me.

So lend a hand.