Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.
Tag: loneliness
A way
How many ways can I tell you
I’m missing you?
How many times must I say the words
To make them real for you,
Real enough to feel me
Real enough to see me
Real enough to hear me
Real enough to be with me?
How many days must I be alone
Before you come to take my hand
Not for forever,
Not for a day,
Not for a moment,
But for always?
How can I be away from you
When being with you feels like being with me…?
Oceans of Mine 