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.