I haven't changed at all since I was 12 years old
and I learned to accept that I would die alone,
in an unmarked grave,
with no one to save
my soul.

Loneliness is a happy drug,
a subtle poison of internet angst binges.
"No, I'm not lonely, just alone," she typed,
and all the world in rapt attention watched as
a soliloquy became a monologue.