Sit on your roof.

It flickers once. It’s 3:42 am and you just realized that even though your family loves you, the only thing you need is someone to care for, some to love.

So you sit on your roof, watching the light. You might smoke a cigarette or two, but you don’t really need them. You watch the tree near the street light sway in the wind, scared of life.

You might have had a girl/boy in your life once, but it soured and went wrong. It might have been your fault, but odds are that it wasn’t. Odds are is that she/he dumped you, because being with you made her/him depressed. Then you realized that you just lost a great chance to change your life around.

So you sit outside on your roof.
You watch the street light across the street.
You might shed a tear or two, but this isn’t a physical sadness that can be purged.

This is a soul-crushing kind of sadness. And you are scared and alone, and all you want is someone to look at you and say:

“Everything will be okay. Come with me.”

Instead, you sit on your roof.
You watch the street light.
And you die inside.