I am alone as Hell

And lonely as hell
And you know you are an *******, for
Leaving me alone

Yes, you do

Don't
You.

*****.

The

Price is right
You are
A dime a dozen and I
A diamond

In the rough

a year's worth of scarring
adorns my thigh,
lying there
a constant reminder
but they are also
a year's worth of happiness,
of friends,
of recovery,
of love.
they are from the year
that i wanted to die,
but now
they represent
another year
i have lived.

I have this feeling... like
something is cracking,
fractured.
Deeper it goes,
fissures.

I gasp.