It''s morning, I''m alone.


    Hopefully not for long.


    Sitting in my zone,


    listening to song.


    By evening I know they''re there,


    great time to play and live.


    So I''m sitting in my chair,


    time running through a sieve.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    It''s midday, still alone


    wasting time on youtube.


    I''m bored to my bone,


    mind''s jumping in a cube.


    Sometimes someone is here,


    I''ll have some nice company.


    Through my headset, voices appear


    but that''s not often the case for me.


    It''s evening, I''m not alone!


    The games are slowly starting.


    But sometimes I feel like I''m thrown,


    into my hole, departing.


    The others sometimes are not here,


    something had to interfere.


    I will quietly shed a tear


    what should I do? It is unclear.


    Tomorrow is another day,


    abyss is slowly growing.


    Happiness keeps it at bay,


    loneliness is growing.