It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness. It surpasses all logic and ideals. It screams but stays muted. It grips your heart tightly until its beating fails and you’re left with a cold, cold feeling inside. It shuts you up whenever you feel like screaming for help. It’s the shackles that keep you from staying afloat, keeping you down until you drown with your own tears.
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness, because how can a person living with her family of 6 feel alone? How can a person living in a crowded space feel empty? How can a girl loved by many people, adored by her family, and cherished by her friends feel so sad and pained?
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness. You close your eyes and see the people who left and are never coming back; you open them and see the people who will leave soon and won’t come back either; you look around and see people living their lives virtually, smiling and laughing at their phones; you talk to people and they would not listen to what you say. You see people, dream of people, hear people, touch people, but never being truly with them.
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness. It’s like being in a maze with other people, all of you trying to find the way out. Only, there is no way out.
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness. Because we’re all just little lonely souls, and half of us tries to save everybody while the other half tries to save themselves.. but everybody fails.
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness, because there’s no logical explanation of why we suffer and why we cry and why we bleed without the wounds. We blame it to the hormones, or to the state of mind, or to the immune system, or to the things we watch and books we read, but the fact remains and always will:
It’s not easy to deal with — that loneliness.