I am

I spend my days living relationships through screens Through words, when I feel I'm a friend of the environment. I spend my nights watching people fall in love, fuck, cry, and fall in love again. I wish I could cry. Even more I wish I could fall in love. Time is ticking, my days are counted, noone to live them with. Friends having friends, friends falling out, friends: what friends? Once it used to be many, then 4 or 5, now one or two. Fighting my eyes from closing, fighting myself from feeling Imposter syndrome Look in the mirror: who's the loser? It's me, asshole It's me you made and grew yourself So miserable, so undefined, so misunderstood. Yet so understanding