Perspective Of Being Alone Poem by Timothy Long

The loneliness never left,
All it did was consume me,
The sadness dried up long ago,
Only for the anger to glare for a bit,
When the anger goes my boredom did grow,
Feeling empty is worse in my view than feeling pain,
The fact is many will never feel loved,
Is it suppose to be a blessing or a curse,
Worse than that is companionship,
Friends are to come and go,
Yet for me nothing nor anyone seems to stick,
The daily grind of work never stops,
I'm a robot whose humanity wanted to be acknowledged,
In order to understand the world,
I destroyed myself,
It seems I hit a part in life where I either change or self-destruct,
Hating my life is a deflection,
Seeing the beauty in my mistakes is a reflection,
Maybe solitude I shall find,
And enjoy it without a lie,
Tracking in my dreams of suicide.