i enjoy being alone
but not lonely.
it's not easy feeling worthless all by yourself.
it's not easy suppressing your thoughts
and emotions,
whilst catching glimpses of everybody else's lives ahead of you.
the sickening feeling will eat you up.
your cries of help are so loud,
so loud,
in your head.
in silence.
how is it that we grow up learning to speak,
but as we get older,
it is harder to find the right words to say?
it's not easy,
feeling so lonely
when you're being told,
" you'll never be alone "
i rather isolate myself,
than receiving absence when i need company.
i rather be alone on my own accord.

( FAH )