18 November 2010

What’s the cure to loneliness?

I’m lying on my bed, alone.
Shaking, trembling, with the distinct coldness of the room.
Nobody seems to be reachable.
Nobody seems to be around.
Can a person die of feeling lonely?
Can I just die now?
This is painful.
Just pain.


Could somebody please reach me?
Reach me?
Please?
This is unbearable.
This is cold.


Selfish of me, I know.
Stupid of me, maybe.
I don’t know anymore.
I don’t want to know anymore.
I don’t want to understand anymore.


I’m shaking.
Trembling.
Lying on my bed, alone.
With no one in sight.
Just me and the coldness of the room.


Why now?
Why now?
Why?
When the warmth of others has subsided?
When the warmth of others’ affections has gone far away?
Why should I care about it now?
Why should I crave it now?
I can’t think anymore,
My head’s going to explode.


In pain,
Lina.
PS. Help.