Another poem... yeah.
Lonely
He feeds on me,
Burning out my soul.
My mind is weakening,
He refuses to let go.
Turning shades of pale,
Blood drips down my arm.
Tears prickle my eyes,
Like thorns being pulled apart.
I try to hide,
Even though I know it's feeble.
Still I feel alone,
When surrounded by people.
Terrified,
Not knowing what to do.
Paralyzed,
It's all because of you.
Deadly as one can be,
Lonely, you say,
is my loathed enemy.
