Melancholy

Alone I am, again, I’m left in bane.

So many days have gone by,

Since a person to said to me “hi”.

All I can do is watch others from the blinds,

Only able to have conversations in my mind.

I don’t live alone, but she is never there,

To see her there is something quite rare.

To busy to even call to make sure I’m not dead,

I wonder, what if I made myself bled.

Though the idea always in my thoughts,

The loved I’d gain would be ersatz.

Instead I listen to my music and TV,

Drowning all the thoughts of she.

I’ve become so accustom to solitary,

That being with others makes me wary.

She wants me to be more involved in her life,

But doing so now gives me so much strife.

I embrace my solitude and all of it’s melancholy,

I now reject everything that make me folly.

 

Loneliness My Personal Life Poetry