Truth

Truth

Sometimes you're just alone.

And you know it.

No one wants to talk about it.

No one wants to hear it.

Get a grip they think,

why aren't you better?

How come you're still whining?

How long does it take to get over yourself?

And they're tired of you.

And you know it.

And they don't know how to help you anyway.

And you don't know how they could either

because you don't even know what you want

from them.

And you're reaching and reaching

and touching nothing,

growing more and more disoriented.

All your desperation falls on deaf ears

or distracted ears,

consumed, oblivious, tired,

or unable to care for even themselves

ears.

And even knowing it'll be better soon

does not diminish the need

for contact now.

And all you feel is needy

and you hate that.

That feeling is deadly when all you want is to be self reliant.

When all you want is to have control.

It's a different form of dementia:

forgetting how to handle emotions,

how to use them appropriately.

It's a different kind of world

inside your head.

It's the loneliest place you've ever been.

And if you could say it out loud

It wouldn't be so lonely.

But no one hears you,

they don't think they need to,

And you know you are alone.