everybody says I am
lonely but maybe
the fact that I hear all these voices
means I am only alone
outside my head.
everybody says there is
something we can do
to reach the lonely
to make them
spit out parts of themselves
into our mouths.
everybody says I am
alive every day by noon
I still feel like
half of me is out
somewhere in the night.
everybody keeps saying I am
not broken and I can still
feel the pieces I have
left behind on all the
roads no one sees.