Misery, Without Company

This is a short collection of poetic works.
Here is a sample:

I don’t mind that I’m forgotten lots of times,
Spinning around without anyone to come to find
A way to push me back to stop.
Anything like that would be too much of a luxury,
And I don’t seem to deserve more than misery,
Without company.
These memories are supposed to be comforting,
But instead of that, they’re numbing me