Trying
Out with friend and “friends”…
Knowing what alone feels like,
Banal, shallow becomings
God damn…god damn!
Don’t belong, can’t fit in….
Lie to self, but still be sitting alone
Stinging present, issues retarded…what the fuck is there?
What the fuck?! What the mother fucking fuck?!?
Life does life and still though hurting every second of every day
Hiding all, internalized.
Kept within to heighten outward vibration
Self sacrificing for consciousness sake
None could know or fathom price paid, strength needed
Carry forth with nary a word
Shunned the same, scary reality
Fragile holdings, charade desires….comforting madness
Vomitous being, cowardly living
Stepping stone places
Not wanting to belong
But still.
Hitchhiker 