The lonely poet

alone

Here i am sat as usual on my own, with   nothing for company but a fish tank and phone, sometimes  the loneliness  seeps rite to my heart and bones  i dont like this little box it doesn\'t  feel like home. But then again  will any place ever, with a mind like mine thats not properly  put together  if there is a god out there  when he made me he wasnt feeling to clever as i have poison and sludge in my scull,and my brains  are god knows  wherever .