All Alone

Millennial

My heart hurts.
I never knew my father.
My mother was not my friend. She was a friend to liquor, and sometimes a line in the garage with the neighbor.
She left me before I graduated high school. I often think I was better off.
But now I'm laying in bed, alone.
I don't know how to connect with my husband.
He doesn't want to be my friend. He's doing his own thing.
If I had a family, would they teach me how to be a wife? Could they teach me how to communicate with him how I feel?
People keep telling me my generation is garbage. I am garbage. If I say it was them who made me like this, it proves their point that I can't take responsibility for myself. That I'm playing a victim.
I keep saying I'm not alone, but maybe we are all alone.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Perhaps we're all alone at times but - there needs be some spirited rebellion to rise up and show its face.
This is such a sad, dark poem.. nothing right, nothing optimistic, nothing worth a smile.