In a house full of people, I've never felt so alone.
In a room of silence, only hearing faint noises, I've never been so aggravated.
A once calm and collected mind is now fuming with anger, tearing all happiness down in flames.
A once kind heart is now filled with hatred and loneliness, leaving the poor thing ill and scared.
I've never had to scold myself for being so cold-hearted.
I've never had such a powerful craving for someone to hold.
I've never been so desperate to have my lips on another's so I can feel love.
Until now.
Now, I've dug myself into a tunnel of loneliness and isolation, and for what? Peace and quiet?
The quiet is so loud, I feel a pounding in my head.
I feel a sudden twitch that could slowly lead to insanity.
But can't I just talk to someone?
Can't I just hold someone?
No.
My self-esteem has crippled.
My confidence is paraplegic and it'd be a miracle if she can step foot after another on her own again.
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