Alone

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.