Poem Something

Friday Night

The Pain is endless.
My head explodes in so many colors.
It hurts.

I'm alone again.
No one around.
My roommates gone.
I've run aground.

My brain swells inside.
The music washes it all away again.
It cleanses.

The music accompanies.
It gives me someone.
I'm glad thier gone.
The volume's done.

I want the radio to go higher.
The volume feels so good.
I know what it is I want.
I want it, her, and everything.