Loneliness is a funny thing.
Loneliness could be your best friend or your worst enemy.
Its acid eating away at you.
It's the thing that haunts you during the day and night.
It calls to you when you’re with friends and family.
It crushes you until you
Can't HEAR
Can't SEE
It keeps at you until you
can't FEEL.
It tries to break you.
Sometimes I wish it would.
Maybe then I could rest, even if it's only for a sec.
Loneliness is like a fire sliding though your veins.
It tries to consume you.
Tries to consume me.
We struggle though the darkness searching desperately for the light.
I open my arms wide allowing it to tear at my skin, to spill my blood.
It bends me but I do not break.
I show it that I have no heart to break. No soul to take.
I am made of stone.
I am made of ice
I am a shadow
I am the loneliness home.

I beg it to consume me.
To break me.
Break me into tiny piece.
Yet I fight though am weak and worth nothing I fight.
How when I am beyond tired.
Why when I know nothing more.
Why do I fight so one day I can have more?