The Open Book Of Feelings Thats Not Really A Book

Feelings Of Loneliness

I always knew I was alone, but as of lately it's been a bigger feeling. I cry every time I see things that remind me of how lonely I am. It's like a hole that continues to get bigger as I get older. I've realized lots of things, and one is I'm going to be forever alone. I am still thinking of how I am still in this shameful world. Every day I'm reminded of my loneliness when I look in the mirror and see my eyes. They're like a deep pool that I get trapped in and somehow can't escape. I'm the crumbs at the bottom of the cookie jar that get thrown out. I'm the crust of the pizza that no one eats. I'm the eyes of the potato that gets cut off. I'm alone and that's how I like it. I bet you're wondering, "there goes another "I'm so alone" person." But if you were to spend a day as me, you'd understand how and why I feel alone. You would take back the words you said and even apologize to me. But I wouldn't want you to be me for a day. My soul is dark and my brain is full of bad things and it's impossible to get rid of them. I would like to write more, but it's not a book.