introverts cringe and hurt
in the hustle and bustle of
you
whose destinations thrive
with spaces too crowded; just too
much.
for we are unable
to construct pretty, little thoughts;
our sanctuary.
but infiltrated instead
by the loud roars of laughter:
nuisances.
and weighed down by a night
full of smokes and giddy cheer;
deprivation.
and infected by migraines
that leave one drained beyond
drugged days.
i slowly wish i could just
wither away into better times
alone.
for here, mystified beyond doubt,
i slowly can't help but
just
ever, ever, ever
so slowly shut down
into nothingness.
i wish i didn't exist.