Alone

I can’t take this anymore. My bleeding heart hurts, but I’ve grown to cold to feel it.

Bitter, and callous. This is what I’ve become. I’ve been hurt so much that it’s the only emotion I know.

I hurt others with no regard. I shut the world away.

I’m in my world now and I’m too lost in the illusion to get what I need. Love, that’s what I need.

I cry out for it, but no one seems to be able to provide. So I’m stuck in here, alone.

The fault is my own. If I wait long enough someone will come. Something will happen.

Until then, I remain, hollow, alone.