Again, I'm up at 1:45 in the morning, alone.
The movie has just ended,
I have a buzz from the beers I just drank.
As I sit up, I take my phone and check it for messages or missed calls
Nothing.
Night after night I long to feel the warmth
the security of a man to hold.
Night after night I fall asleep cold and alone.
Every night I question myself for the loneliness.
Am I not good looking enough?
Do I do something that drives guys away?
What have I done in my life to deserve being alone?
I do not think there is one reason why I am unwillingly by myself.
The last thing I have ever wanted to do and never thought I had to do was look deep inside myself.
Look deep to find why everything goes to shit.
To find out why everyone I look at, talk to, or even touch is poisoned.
Why I am poison.
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