Alone in This World

I get lonely.

We live inside of our minds and we drive ourselves

crazy over the thoughts that never escape - more so

the thoughts that we never let jump from the edge of our lips

to land into somebody else's mind to either

drive them crazy or for them to betray us.

We can't take that risk so we hold it in,

let it boil at body temperature,

hope for somebody to save us - although

we already know that nobody will.

We're alone in this world.

We're all sad people hoping to find somebody to spend

years of mutual sadness with,

to be tortured for the rest of eternity with.

Even when we do find this person,

it isn't enough. It may seem like it

at first - to have somebody get all of the

sadness that fills the inside of your skull,

that sadness that keeps your brain afloat in your

head. But it isn't enough.

We never do stop being sad, do we?