My personal morphine.

This was going to be a poem but my brain wouldn't concentrate so I shall proceed to vent.

My hands are shaking as I stare into the dark abyss of my soul. A pain refracting from every essence of my being. My body aches for release in any way I can find it. A craving for my addictions and needs that just will not leave, underlying every action and emotion that processes throughout every moment of my life. I feel like screaming, crying, praying... anything that will provide some sort of help or escape from the feelings brimming.
Even with my misanthropic nature my mind craves for someone I can call my own. Someone I can hold dear. Someone who is there for me without judgement and understands my afflictions and needs. I believe I have found that person. Although nothing's ever simple, is it?