II

I hate being alone.
I hate being left to my thoughts.
It is a dangerous place to be at a time like this.
It's when everything I want to dismiss surfaces back up again, staring right at me.
I try to push it away, but it follows me wherever I go.
I'm left with this poison that I concocted on my own with what I had.

When will I ever taste peace and joy? I shouldn't ask for more but it's been bugging me.