The Broken Man

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.