i've grown to be a very lonely person

loneliness is a paper bag
loneliness isn't an emotion
it's what you become

you forget how to talk
when your thoughts are the only voices

your life becomes an existential mirage
all you have are memories you grasp
as they fade away

so alone that memories are the only company keeping you sane
memories distract you of the reality that you are now irrelevant
reminders that you once were wanted in a room, there were people wanting to share their time with you. you were visible. you were cared for.

my life is an old scrapbook
everyone moves on with their lives
i'm stuck in the past but no one cared to pull me out

you don't know what loneliness is until your past is the only thing you think about and your bed becomes your crying shoulder

atleast a bed can soak up my tears// atleast my bed supports my aching body

people will just drown you and break all of your bones