Everything is so loud, but at the same time radio silent.
There isn't anything here to physically upset me, besides my own mind, but that is what is so upsetting. There is nothing.
I am lacking desire, yet somehow, I am filled with it.
I am lonely, but I am terrified of the rejection I will face if I do something about it.
The fear of being unwanted overcomes me as if it were a storm, and I can feel the winds picking up.
Nobody could ever need me as much as I need them.
I am in need, and nobody is here.
I am hurting, but who am I without this pain I have been feeling for so long?
Who I really am, who I was before it all; that is someone I am unable to remember.