I hate being alone.
But here I sit alone
Listening to the constant hum
Of a heater across the room
And the drops of rain
Splattering on the ground
Right outside the window
That is cracked.
And all I can think about
Is how I hate being alone
Listening to the bubbling
Carbon dioxide in my coke
That is nearly gone,
Growing tired of the burning
Sensation in my shoulder
Staring at a box full of
Colorful pens wondering
Which one should I use next?
And all I can really think about
While listening to the footsteps
Above me,
Is that I hate being
Alone.