5:04 PM on a Thursday;
The third hour of this ******* comedown.
Depleted of all feelings,
except the stomach pains
and the thoughts.
Things are all too evident:
I have no friends.
Nobody wants to talk to me.
Nobody even wants to walk with me.
Or work with me.
Or drift away and sift
with me.
It's all too evident that
my friends only want to use me as mockery.
In my shackles, I can only wonder:
"How can I call them friends?"
Because I'm obsessed and alone,
And I have nowhere to run as long as I'm stuck in my room.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
5:04 PM on a Thursday;
The third hour of this ******* comedown.
Depleted of all feelings,
except the stomach pains
and the thoughts.
Things are all too evident:
I have no friends.
Nobody wants to talk to me.
Nobody even wants to walk with me.
Or work with me.
Or drift away and sift
with me.
It's all too evident that
my friends only want to use me as mockery.
In my shackles, I can only wonder:
"How can I call them friends?"
Because I'm obsessed and alone,
And I have nowhere to run as long as I'm stuck in my room.
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