Loneliness

[maybetomorrow]

Loneliness creeps into the hollow between my shoulder blades. It weights me down...makes my breathig shallow.

I look around me and see it everywhere. The clueless faces. Nobody cares.

Loneliness is my cold cereal for dinner...in an empty basement... with the music blasting. Hoping to drown out the pain.

It is hours spent doing nothing...but dreaming of getting away.

I feel it at night. When the whole world sleeps but I slowly die. On the roof of my "house"...letting darkness envelope me. And all I can see are the stars that soon become blurred by the tears burning in my eyes. I try to hold them back.

Loneliness is a scream trapped inside of me. I'm scared to let it out. Scared to see just how damaged I really am.

It is the shadow in my eyes. The crookedness of my smile. The shuffle of my feet.

It is my flaring temper. It is my shaking hand as I write this.

It is the salty tear that wets the paper.

 

Loneliness feeds on my insides. And never loses its appetite.

[Daddy Bear]

That's a very eloquent description of the subject. Here's hoping that you'll find happier feelings to write about soon.

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

Thats fantastic. You have written exactly how i feel. Just wow.

[maybetomorrow]

Thanks for the feed back both of you.