I'm so used to being drowned out
in the sound that has become deafening,
I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
but still I stop in place, so often.

What's stopping me from stopping?
I don't know. Like I've taken a brick to
my skull I can't recall why I would just-   stop.

Maybe it's the breakups, of friendships;
few so rarely understand.
Or maybe it is the weight of the world
on my slowly arthritic hands.

I'm going to be alone forever,
and I think I'm getting used to the thought.

I'm going to be alone forever.