There is nothing worse than being surrounded by people and still feeling extremely lonely.
Because nobody hears your demons when they slowly plow at your soul.
Everyone is caught up in their own lives, feeding the monster that have engulfed their soul.
I’ve been lingering around the city with unmet emotions for the longest time.
The nicest thing about being alone is that it’s associated with loneliness.
So it all makes sense and it’s easier to take in and understand.
So I- cut off most of my soul satisfying social media drugs.
And withdrawal immediately started kicking in.
I got to see that people don’t identify Me with silence.
And without noise, I’m unseen, unheard, Unmissed, and virtually nonexistent.
And that all they crave is my attention. Only giving, what I put forth.
It’s quite unfortunate, because right now, my life makes anything, but sense.
Unable to move forward or back.
I’m sitting here with pain I never thought belong to me.
It’s starring blankly at me,
I can believe that it’s my portion.
It doesn’t move.
It doesn’t flinch.
My crying isn’t taken it away.
For the the first time, my tears are the only thing that stay.