Lonely

I am alone

the silence itches and bile rises from an empty stomach.

I can feel bad days coming but I can never stop them.

I want to rip my flesh and warm myself from the inside out

Blood streaming down my arms.

I want to hear his voice

telling me to breathe and offering to come over for an hour.

I can't stop thinking of everything that caused me pain

and sleep will be filled with nightmares.

So I'll lie awake and fuck my demons.