I am an outcast

Emptiness

His eyes fluttered getting adjusted to his bright screen, with nothing but the dark and his duvet surrounding him. His eyes were very tired, with light bags desparately pulling his eyelids to stay closed. His mind would not rest. His stomach would not settle. He threw off his shirt and ran his hands delicately up and down his shoulders. Emptiness. It's the feeling you get when your room is warm, but yet your body stays shivering. The lump in your throat that seemingly gets bigger and harder to swallow. The arms you hold yourself with, wanting nothing more than for those arms to be replaced with anothers. The blank stare you hold in the dark abyss of the night, trying to focus, but nothing. It's the feeling of being heartbroken mixed with no motivation.
He looks up, locking his phone, setting it down beside him. He rests his hand on his stomach. He begins to question everything, with every indication that sleep will not be easy to come by that night. He sighs and rolls onto his side, eyes beginning to burn. He shuts them, cuddling his duvet close. Thoughts swarmed his mind, but the biggest one was loneliness. He was a box with nothing inside. He was a house with no residents. He was a person with no companion. He was empty.