days

why am i so alone
how has this world left me so striped
my skin my fat mussels vains
but now it must dig to the mario in the bone
the vary core of myself
i wanted only to love and be loved
to trust and be trusted
to know there was one relatable kind thing
but now i am cold from this life
empty running on hopes fantasies
knowing every night empty no one to hold on to
no one to kiss goodnight
only my stuffed animal

i cry out for help so many times begging for someone
i know i can make it through
but i want more
i ask god and he answers
no
this isn't living its making it through the day wishing it away