You were supposed to take the ache away, to protect my swollen eyes. Dry my unending tears.

Now you've redirected my ache , you've turned it into something destructive to me, something that seems to keep me as a prisoner, makes me appear like a loser.

How can I ever explain myself to someone to make them understand. That I'm stuck with a psychotic being, who have had his claws thrusted in to my heart, who have left me with no choice of an escape.

Who's face I don't even recognize, who's voice is like the constant whisperings of a dry autumn tree.

Who leaves me craving for something I don't know, or something I might know but I'm not ready for.

They talk about loneliness like it's a bad blood, like it's toxic and inhuman. I call loneliness an entrance to my unending comfort, freedom and misery.

Misery because the moment I think I'm enjoying something, memories of my worriless past hits me like a whiplash. Making me doubt if I'm really enjoying all of this or not.

I ran to him because no one else would take me, no one else would appreciate, no one else would make me smile when I should be crying.© Saraya