I feel like I repeat myself
over and over when I write
each poem becomes about
staying up at night
wondering about my lack
of friends and my
heading toward a dead end
but I really can't understand
why I've lived here for three months
and have met no one
besides my two roommates
No one relates or sees that
I'm good company
and it's not like I don't try
I do, I sit next to people and
try and get to know them
I smile, I joke
I be me
but I'm so, so
lonely
it's suffocating
it's heart breaking
it's devastating
when I can't pick up my phone
and call someone to just
kick it
I used to think that
I had to learn to like being alone
I did
now alone time is all I get
what the ****
what the ****
what the ****
what the ****
what
the
****