(un)titled loneliness

alone
bloody knuckles
from striking the wall
this ache
it tears at my insides
like barb wire
a need for more
in a world
that only knows how to take

it is all
too much
to take
to process
to handle
to make sense of

alone
with thoughts
that no one should have
this fire
this need
this hunger
left to simmer
forgotten
worthless

i would give
anything
everything
this copious
nothing
for a change

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