Love, a luxury I cannot afford, well not in this lifetime anyway. In this lifetime I am all alone and can't even afford the attention of others called friends.

My heart bleeds perfusely inside my chest, longing and yearning to be loved, for the unlovable and emotionless ghoul that I am.

I walk around with an emotionless face like a canvas painted with blankness.

My loneliness suffocates me and chokes me from within, like a tortured soul in hell I hear voices screaming in despair. My soul screams and begs for love,for acceptance,and for friendship.