Lonely

The lonliness is kicking in tonight. The silence is too loud. I look around my place and see nothing but how sad it is here. The dry erase board that says "You are enough" is screaming at me, but I just see emptiness there. It's sobering, realizing that nobody cares. I could die tomorrow and would anyone be affected? Probably not. And that makes me feel...... idk..... just terrible. Sad. Sleep evades me. I can't even escape the sadness that way. Frank. He's all I've got. As if a cat could love me enough to make me wanna stay. Even he gets tired of my shit. I wear my heart on my sleeve and for what? To just get hurt. Time and time again. Over. And over. I used to be loved by many. And when my marriage ended, that all ended too. My chest hurts. My heart aches. And nobody knows. I smile, I laugh, I get through my day. But the second I walk through my front door, I no longer have to put up the facade. I can cry here. Inside these 4 walls. And nobody knows. Tomorrow, I'll wake up, and do it all over again. But it's tiring. I'm tired.