You’re going to find yourself alone. You will be in a hospital room Or in the backseat of a car Or on a park bench And you will have decided you’re alone. You will have convinced yourself That there isn’t anyone in the world You can trust. Not her, not him, not the clothes on your back, not the air in your lungs. You will have made yourself alone. Again. And you will pay for it with the same currency As before. With the same realization Of emptiness As always. And you will stand up And declare war on yourself For the way you have been treated By no one.