Alone

I try and tell myself,

“You’re not alone.”

Yet when I lay in bed at night,

My sadness envelops me

Instead of my blanket;

And by the weight in my chest,

It feels as if the mattress is upon me,

Rather than on its latter.

And all I know through this confusion

Is that when I sit up and take a look around,

The only person I see there is me,

The only person who cares is me,

And gosh

Am I alone.