Poems Don't Always Rhyme

Was it something I said?

I've always felt scared and alone

Even when they spoke to me in warm, soft tones, and even when they held me to comfort my bones and even, even when they stayed up for hours, just chatting on our phones
I still felt alone and torn

I knew that they would come here and leave me with one more fear to add on the pile my therapist will have to hear about, and I'm finally worn

One more time, someone would leave, and as soon as I started to grieve, another would find me and begin to weave themselves into my little chest full of thorns

They come to me and teach me not about their presence or to reach me, but to have me attach myself like a leech just for them to leave me starving, they aren't angels, it's not a halo those are horns

Coming into my life like a flood, just to leave me covered in scars and blood, then wiping me off like the mud under their shoes, wishing I had never been born

Surrounded by people and places, but it's like looking at a revolving door of faces, and as it spins, they leave no traces behind before they're right back out the door

So much for the love I was shown
After all that, I'm still here alone