Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
It creeps up on you,
Quiet and still.
It sits by your side in the dark,
Stroking your hair as you sleep.
It wraps itself around your bones,
Squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe.
It leaves lies in your heart,
Lies next to you at night,
Leaches the light out from every corner.
It's a constant companion,
Clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up.
You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are.
You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin.
You doubt yourself repeatedly.
"Do I? Don't I? Should I? Why won't I?"
Even when you're ready to let go,
When you're ready to break free,
Be brand new.
Loneliness is an old friend,
Standing beside you in the mirror,
Looking you in the eye,
Challenging you to live your life without it.
You can't find the words to fight yourself,
To fight the words screaming that you're not enough,
Never enough,
Never ever enough.
Loneliness is a bitter,
Wretched companion.
Sometimes it just won't let go.
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My Thoughts.
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