Drunk on Loneliness

By AnaMia92

I have become so lonely,
I've started having conversations
With my loneliness.
We drink together
And drown together -
Sometimes in crown royal ,
Sometimes in tears. Most of the time I can't even remember who I am. What I loved .what I wanted in life. Everything is a washed away memory. Leaving only pain and emptiness in it's place .Between loneliness and depression there is nothing really left of me. Just a hollowed out shell of who I used to be. I feel pushed aside like an old toy when Christmas comes along. I feel unwanted. I feel like a mistake. Like someone better could take my place. I talk to myself more than anyone else now which in turn makes me feel even crazier than before. All I want is attention. To know someone still cares. Even when I don't care about myself. But instead the only attention I capture is the attention of these four walls staring back at me..... Giving me the silent treatment. Just staring at me. Eating holes through my brain as I go more insane.  So I'll just sit here in the dark all alone as I petrify into more of a nothing than I already am.all the while wishing I was more important than something.....more important than anything??_  just to feel important period....

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Copyright 2016 AnaMia92
Published on Saturday, March 26, 2016.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • tmanzano On Sunday, March 27, 2016, tmanzano (210)By person wrote:

    The title is well thought out. This piece is direct and with no pulled punch. The emptiness owned and written here is palpable. It is thickly expressed and leaves the reader wanting to shake the subject awake. Depression can be a force in writing. Sometimes the only outlet one has. Keep writing. Read as many other works as you can. Envelope yourself in it. Structure your pieces and take this time to find yourself. Because here is what will happen... One day things will get better, and the muse will leave you. You will left to stare into the abyss, wishing it to come back. Conjuring is the most difficult. Good luck.

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