suffering
No one knows when I am like this.
Alone. In my room with my phone, I
See everyone out without me. Pity me.
Oh, pity me. Every month like clockwork,
I sit alone in my room with my phone,
Scrolling. Making me so much worse with every video.
People are having real loss. Real people with real issues.
Who am I to compare my sadness with theirs when
everyone around me is so nice and comforting?
I know I'll get over this feeling. I need to be Alone.
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