Exhasted Words Resurface

I'm getting a little sick,
always alone,
the world seems anti-me,
perhaps I'm crazy,
I avoid people,
I still wonder why they leave,
it's better than before,
it's just me living,
maybe I wanted him,
maybe I'm bored,
why drag another into this,
I just couldn't do it.

Maybe it's destiny,
probably not,
I'm just eccentric,
and draining,
just too damn single minded,
to live alone in a muster such as this.