All Alone Poem by R J W N

I'm really starting to hate this life.
Living in this house without a wife.
Another night home alone.
My heart has turned to stone.
Family and friends really don't live that far.
Even though we all have a car.
Making the trip only feels one way.
Burlington is the place that they stay.
Working six days of the week.
Leaves my life feeling so bleak.
All I do is work and sleep.
This life is making me weep.
I have never been very open.
My feelings have always been broken.
I truly love everyone I know.
That doesn't stop these tears to flow.
I do not feel like I have a place.
So this is why I make my case.
To continue down this path of despair.
Or end it for there is no repair.
I lay here all alone in bed.
These feelings won't leave my head.
My life has no worth.
I shouldn't be a part of this earth.
I know this is all starting to sound cliche.
So this is the last thing I have to say.
If I were to make a disappearance.
Would it really make any kind of difference.