Bloody Roses

I rarely cry. I learned quickly as a child that crying resulted in one of two things: being yelled at for crying, or being bullied worse for crying.

I cried today for a good five minutes. Nobody came to see if I was okay. There it is. My pain is just background noise. Family is a mere concept to me, I have no experience with what it is supposed to be about. The connections everyone else has in life are absent from mine. I will never have them. Even friends are thin on the ground, and growing less and less every day.

Eventually my only friend will be, as the rock poet Jim Morrison sang, The End.