Alone

The loneliness of this pain is maddening
and I wonder what must be wrong with me
that I'm not over it, that I can't let it go,
that I won't fall in line with their happiness
that I am seeing things they aren't seeing
and wondering if they're right
and I hallucinated it all.

But the wound on my neck
still drips blood
and they still feast with
goblets overflowing
crimson.