As I sit alone in the evening in a chilli house.
I continue to feel lonely, more and more as the time goes.
The minutes pass and the feeling doesn’t.
It makes me sad, I can almost feel the loneliness wanting to escape in forms of tears
I hate being alone, I hear everything.
Every little gust of wind.
Each time the house creeks.
Every sound that is made in the house.
At times it makes me paranoid.
But I sit and feel lonely
Nobody is around me, nobody is near me.
I never know what to do.
I drown myself in things I shouldn’t to pass the time.
It makes me dislike myself more.
The loneliness gets to me