Sitting alone.
No one to talk to.
This pain I cannot atone.
This distance I cannot push through.
Those I call friends,
I only seem to hurt.
Only have I had a best friend twice,
and now those relationships are dead.
I rarely have small talk
Very rarely do I even feel a hint,
of a true connection.
This distance I cannot break through
Those I call family,
there really isn't a connection there.
Relationships defined by obligation of blood,
and not just of love.
I have even hurt them... immensely.
This distance I cannot pierce.
Those I call lovers,
I have hurt the most.
One, I may have destroyed.
A wall of distance exists between them and I.
Hoping to smash through the plaster,
and hold her hand,
I only hear the retorting pang of steel.
I wish to feel those I care about
I sit alone... in my dark corner,
surrounded by nothingness,
transmitting only pain across the infinite expanse.
Here, I suffer and decay.
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