Loneliness.
How can I describe it?
Alone. Hurt. Uncomfortable. Hurt. Sad. Depressed.
The feeling where you just want to go to your room and cry your heart out.
But when I'm alone, I don't cry. I sulk.
But does anyone help me through this? No.
Do I wish they did? Yes.
It's like there's a chain that is connected to my heart. Actually, tied all around it. Gripping it. Holding it in place. And there's a person. No one in particular. Just someone.. or thing or whatever. That pulls on it. Playing with my heart. Playing with my emotions.
It's like falling inside a hole of darkness and nothing.
Like a pool of black emotion.
But what really keeps me going, fighting, struggling, to resurface against the black and darkness and nothing.
Is love.
Love that my friends have given me, because they are actually people that would give a care to me.
You may not help me through the loneliness that much, because I'm still shunned in a way, but you keep me fighting against it.
(No, I didn't steal this from anything. I actually just made it up on the spot.)
