Horrid Loneliness

A poem about horror...

It's crawling in my soul.

It's crawling from the fact that I have no one to tell...
    ...of the discust I feel about my life.

No one to share my feelings with...
    ...and no one to ask for advice.

No one who cares if I do something funny...
    ...and no one who would care if I died.

I feel lonely all the time...
    ...my life isn't worth a dime.

Horrified by the life that is me...
    ...horrified of what's to come.

Now I crawl into my bed only to wish to never be seen again...