Doesn’t Take A Genius

Train rides back home became difficult for me.
Feels like I have no where to go as I enter a room humid even when it isn’t stormy.
I try to flick away the thought of being lonely,
But,
I suffocate in it and end up having fits,
Asphyxiating over sentences that run on with a hitch,
Common within most I spew…

Yet,
If I was “A” little better with promises I make to myself,
Promises as simple as arriving to the conclusion of a task making me a bit happier inside of a Hell we all have to deal with,
Maybe,
I’d feel as if I was on a field trip to the dreams I keep in my head at night,
Rather than this nightmare I cant deal with…