Solitude

They always told me being alone isn’t as bad as it seems

But they were never alone

The always told me that there were so many opportunities being single

But they were never truly single

They even said that there was never a better friend than solitude

But they had never stared solitude in the face

I long for something

Anything

Something to make me feel like someone again

I feel unhuman

Like an alien longing to find their mothership

I am no longer among my own kind

I have no desire for technology

No cravings for food

No need for a book

For all of those were things of my old life

But the one thing I cannot live without

Companionship

For what is a cell phone

There’s no one to call

What is a meal

There’s no one to enjoy it with

What is a book

There’s no one to share it with

I’m alone

On the brink of insanity

I reach out my left hand

Out of my last ounces of hope

Thirsting for human interaction

Any kind

Of interaction

My thoughts are the only words I hear

And they cannot keep me warm at night.

I begin to forget what voices other than my own sound like

I scream and yell

I cry and fight

But I am still alone

And as long as I am here

I will always be alone

Yet as the stars sing me to sleep,

My stomach aches,

My body itches, burns, and peels

I hope to at least have my head filled 

with the sight of someone else

What is the point in fighting to survive,

When no one knows you are alive?

The waves will crash,

The sun will set,

And I will become even weaker

For I know that I will find a companion again

Not on this island,

But on another.