Already alone, family angry time to isolate and watch my empty phone. Write another dark poem.
No new years kiss, and yet another year missed. Don't nobody want me, nor attract me. I guess as far along this road I'm meant to be alone. I don't even wanna pay for my phone. At this point all I have is an alarm clock. Insecurities out showing and I can't block. **** this start with my **** torn a part.
I'm only attractive to my paper and pen. I didn't have that in front of me again. Time to split myself open.