Ode to loneliness

"Loneliness" what an aesthetic word  You are with yourself  You are your worst enemy  And..... Don't you dare to expect Expect some helping hand Hand that is waiting for you You will be strangled in, Those old yet green veins, Veins that smells like muddy hatred And guess what You will be alone in, That out of self-canabelism  How long it has been Days,week, months....a year Since you truly laughed  How many Saturdays, Has passed  Till you became sick, Sick of seeing same faces everyday  I know, I know  You are afraid  Afraid of being with yourself  I know, I know  You ignores the mirrors  You don't front camera, Of your old phone And in some million chances  Someone tried to  Tried to look at you  Look at way you don't see You become frightened  That they too will, Eat the life out of you And oneday will  Will utter while fading away "We are good friends, aren't we?" .... No, we are not Never were 3am thoughts of death  Terrifies you that What you call "family" Maybe they too, They too will become  An empty shell of  Cooked and loosened muscles  And you know, What loved you once Kissed you once Patted your head twice  Is gone  Guess what you don't cry