Cold
Oh god it’s the most terrible hollow feeling,
This loneliness.
It eats your core, your confidence and your courage.
It leaves beads of self doubt and depression against your skin, tiny irritating stones that can never be fully brushed away.
This creature, chews up my organs and leaves me like a shaking wet dog abandoned on a pavement.
I just want to feel wanted, loved, adored.
I want to be cradled in strong arms and kissed by loving lips.
I’m only touched by this ghost and it’s so cold.
The coldness that makes warmth seem impossible.