The Lonely

This ain't a rhyme. Towhoever sent me that, "Not all gifts are about flowers and Chocolates, sometimes just a small reminder or a few lines is enough" Nothing has worked so far and likely never will. I talk to girls. I laugh with girls. I walk with girls, (not because I'm desperate, but because I don't want to be left alone), and it feels like I'm walking through a fog. I know I am walking through it, but I can't feel it. If the human soul knew what it's like to just lay awake in bed and just stare at pitch blackness knowing that you're not good enough for anything or anyone. To feel alone in a crowd of people that you can relate to. It hurts man, it cripples your spirit. I can't recover from that.