Contorted Loneliness

Loneliness is but a forgotten friend
An idea separating the sensations of belonging and emptiness
A release from the confines of conflict and irritation
An unusually perilous yet calming state of mind
Unwillingly reminding me of what I don't have...

Being at home is my only escape now,
Even though home tends to be its own dungeon
Friends come and go---giving them my trust
Unfortunately, even that is torn away,
Leaving me alone beneath the raining stars...

I miss my friends and family so much---
And they are made aware of this,
Sadly, I doubt that feeling is reciprocated
I'm nothing but a dim synapse---
Cluttering much needed space in the back of someone's mind...