Loneliness is a disease.
It eats you from the inside out.
It can be cured,
But often isn’t.
You waste away in your own head.
You become your own worst enemy.
As you yearn for human interaction,
The thirst is never quenched, even slightly.
I speak as a victim.
I speak as someone who knows from experience.
I speak as a lonely man.
I speak alone.
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Loneliness is a disease.
It eats you from the inside out.
It can be cured,
But often isn’t.
You waste away in your own head.
You become your own worst enemy.
As you yearn for human interaction,
The thirst is never quenched, even slightly.
I speak as a victim.
I speak as someone who knows from experience.
I speak as a lonely man.
I speak alone.
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