Its tough being alone for even a man. So rough and unknown i am who i am. My room echos with laughter yet no one is here. A happy here after that sight is unclear. Im told to move on just keep walking ahead. That pillow is gone from that sidr of your bed. Each night has to end the stronger youll be. oh i can pretend but my friend your not me. I read that black book with dust from my shelf. It says to love others as much as thyself. So whats the deal? I feel what i write. My poetrys real so i bid you good night.