there is loneliness that i feel

it is undeniably real

i am alone with my friend,

i don’t want this time to end.

we have a deep talk

we go on a short walk

but soon arrives another,

and i am left alone to bother

and wonder

there is regret that i feel

it is so undeniably real

i am together with people who know me,

we are very happy to just be.

i feel the need to end the silence

what results is mental violence

words so careless slip from my lips

and when i’m in my bed, this feeling grips

so tightly

there is anger that i feel

it is so undeniably real

i am with people i know

and my comfort starts to grow

i feel so loose

don’t notice the noose

until i do something wrong

and hatred to myself chokes me for so long

why?

please

why?

i am feeling good one minute

and one mess-up ruins it

the whole day is ruined

why

please

why am i like this?

under the surface,

there are feelings that i feel

they are so very undeniably real