Sitting here alone.
Friends are there..
but not here.
No way of contact.
Help with these poisonous thoughts.
A longing for company.
If only I could get out of this place.
To be near someone who gives a fuck.
To be held.
Help me straighten out the complex maze of words and visions inside me.
Visions of what has been, Or what could be.
No point in “what if?”s now.
Only the realization of the far too obvious truth.
That no matter what, eventually everything changes.