Blood, Pain And Tears

Here I am once again, in bed, tv playing but I'm not paying attention, fingers frantically switching between Facebook and Instagram to find something new to ease this loneliness I tend to feel everyday.
At 27 is this how my life should be? Shouldn't I be out somewhere being happy or chatting away with friends on Whatsapp? Sad to say but even though my idea of a great life entices me, my reality refuses to accept.
My loneliness is not by choice. My loneliness is because of the deep, dark inner me that won't warm up to the light of day nor even the beautiful moonlights at night. I've tried at this thing called life but I'm unable to do life. I merely just exist. I find just enough strength to get me through the days. At nights I find myself frantically switching between Facebook and Instagram. Again....
You wonder.. is she an ugly girl why she doesn't engage or interact? Is she crazy why she isn't socially charged? No, I'm just lonely.. I'm merely a girl. A girl who is depressed.......