Another night of the same

Looking for someone.

I fill my bed with clothes, it doesn't feel empty anymore. I listen to music to hear another person's voice, it's my only choice. Time for a hard drink, something to put me out. Please, I don't want to think. I work as long as possible, to stay away from my disappointing so called home. What is that, another night alone. This may be short, put it says it all. I wish I had someones number so I could call.