alone and safe
the way it feels
sitting alone
picking at hairs
that do or don't exist
the mirror tells a horrible story
my confidence is plucked away
and flushed down a toilet
the weight is overbearing
the struggle is never ending
in this technical age there
are always others who are
understanding and going
through the same exact thing
but they are all alone
it exists while we are alone
and when we are in places
such as bars or houses or streets
we are not alone
and it feels so wrong
at the end of the day
i give my fingers some rest
wash the blood from the scabs
there was nothing worth saving
there was nothing worth leaving alone
but myself.