The General Population

As I laid dying on the stale carpet, I thought back to those cold days in the basement.
And how I stared at that same light bulb on end until there was a place where my retinas wanted tear themselves out. I remember listening to those prefaded mix tapes screeching out their mellow guitars and stupid phony poetic words that seemed to mean everything and nothing at the same time.

God, I hated people. Maybe that's why I was doomed to live alone. Except for Casey, though she's gone. In hiding like all the others.

Sometimes I didn't see why she was so lovable, but every time she talked to me and smiled, no matter how fake I thought it was, it all came back to me.

But I, the one they relied on is their last barricade against the unknown. Her familiar white sneakers treaded through my mind and all those awkward incidences flew by my useless ear canal. I saw myself go crazy in their minds, their self conceded minds, the only good held back the thing they called home. Their sanity. There's a reason I was here right now, I suppose.

As my eyes shut for the last time, I wondered why I spent all my free time alone.