A little darkness

So what if everything that is seen can be unseen? And if that was the case then why can’t I see what I used to be, or rather who I use to be? In the dark, in the cold, huddled against the stone wall of my concious. The air around me holds no comfort in my isolation. There’s nothing but the pain of my reccuring thoughts. I just want to be loved, I just want to be held. If all else fails, maybe I could just have that one light in my life. The idea that I will ever recieve the love from another with as much enthusiasm and pure joy that I give to them, is nothing but a joke. A lie I want so deeply to believe, that I have to believe in order to continue every day with the same positive outlook. It is hard to find myself when my feet remain dirty and bleeding in the rocky path I have had to walk. When each drop of blood holds a little piece of me, is littered throughout the trail of my life. Who can say how much of myself has been lost through giving so much of myself to everyone else. I simply know, never have I felt such a deep, dark lonliness in my heart. An imoending cloud of doom, just waiting to release its acid. My isolation hides in my heart, within my soul, and within everyone single one of us.