Cold renders my body immobile,
like rigor mortis setting in…
I scream, but no sound…
like gravity collapsing my lungs,
my soundless cries…
revealing the nothingness inside…the blank canvas of me,
no personality, no soul, no voice, no love.i will die without the connection,
so i latch on,
and squeeze the life out of other peoples hearts…
that momentary, fickle, fragile emotion.
i need it, i fear it, but i need people,
the love…
that connection,
that a person cannot live without.
these momentary confessions,
to subside my want, and guilt.
I Am loneliness, and loneliness is I.
the oddities that make up my mind,
draw out the walls in my heart,
stranding me, estranging, the delicately alone me.
i drew the lines, i built the walls…
i separated my self from humanity.
but, i am dying of the loneliness i created.
and now.
Only bitterness, and regret, and an unfillable void remain.
and i have only myself to blame.– Physmer
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