Loneliness
Loneliness
It is the loudest,
But it is also the most quiet.
Its loud when your in a crowded room alone.
The voice in your head is shouting.
You're a loser.
No one actually likes you.
You deserve this.
You wake up alone.
Your apartment is silent.
No scent of breakfast being made.
The silence reminds you of how alone you are.
You go to the bathroom, the cold tiles on your feet.
You look in the mirror, you look down and see a razor.
You get into the tub.
It's dark.
You are alone.
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