What is that cold pain in my heart,
The searing deep sorrow unfolding in my chest,
A frozen chasm of emptiness,
Is it loneliness?
I don't quite know,
Is loneliness the indescribable feeling you get when no one in the world cares about you,
Or when they do they stand idle and watch you suffer,
Is being lonely having no one to talk to,
When you're left to your own devices,
Your own demons,
They speak to me sometimes,
Tell me I'm crazy,
But I don't think they're far from the truth,
I just might be crazy,
I'm dying in the inside,
I'm empty,
Hollow even,
And on the outside I'm alone,
There's no one,
No one to hold me,
No one to love me,
No permanency in my life,
I thought she was to be quite honest,
Guess she was just a temporary bandage for my bleeding heart,
That gaping wound In my chest would close if she'd talk to me,
Maybe just tell me she loved me,
She doesn't have to mean it,
Just anything to fight the lonely with,
It stalks me,
From the shadows of my mind,
Lurking on all four,
Slinking around until I let my guard down,
At that moment I'll wake up,
No one around to watch me cry,
No one to wipe the tears away,
But then I won't need anyone,
I am alone,
I am loneliness,
But lonely is my new companion I suppose,
She's my mistress,
And when I go,
I'll go alone,
Her and I,
I may be lonely,
But lonely will be the one slitting my wrists,
Not you.
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
