What is this feeling, Love? It doesn't feel like love. It's an emptiness, I don't know why or what it is. I can feel it, and I don't know why, it's a blanket over me.
What is this feeling? Loneliness? God, it feels like I'm on the verge of tears even with a wild smile. Maybe it is loneliness, and the fact that all my friends are gone and the boy I like doesn't like me enough to be with me.
It is agony, of eating alone every night and shying away from social contact because of the fear of being left, again.
It's panic and screaming inside my head. It's fear that I'll be alone forever. It's confusion at my need for solitude and yet companionship, my taste for friends and hunger for being alone. Perhaps I'm just tired because I didn't sleep last night. I am tired. I really am.
November 25, 2022.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
