voyeur

anyone out there with a never ending relationship with isolation, loneliness stripped to its bones. bare and naked in front of you. its humiliating, almost voyeuristic. to be so alone it almost feels like youre only watching the world as a voyeur, never a participant always the observer. removed from everything else, a missing cog that was never missed at all. pathetic because you know you are yet would rather die than do anything about this predicament. it doesnt matter. youll always have your bed and your room and its ecosystem built specifically for you. because youve rotted in this place, cried and screamed. its fine, really.