Platform girls.

Written 9/6/12, drunk while on the train home

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Loneliness chafes my soul
enters in and exits with a burrow whole.
This self loathing distress
whirliegig worthless mess.
a train to an empty bed
why can't consideration fill it instead?
Somethings feel forever out of reach
My mind turns on them,
with happiness sucked like a leech.
Walked by,passed like I'm not there.
I stagger suffering with sharp intake of air.
I bare this blurry impressionistic fair
with an eye to absence of care
BUT
As if!
It's
              ALWAYS
                         ALWAYS
Fucking
There!
And egodeath is Hailey's comet rare.
Where's my female attention?
They don't see what I have.
Rejection is a bitter pill,
but not even being noticed
-that's worse still.
11 at night I write,
drunk
but clear of sight.