It hurts... Like a stabbed wound being punctured with nails. Stop hurting me. Why?? I ask. Why must I suffer in silence like this. I sometimes wonder if my loneliness shows on the outside. The way I shake and quiver on the inside. Burnt to pieces. Torn apart and bruised. Broken. Lost in the abyss. The torturous darkness of emptiness and pain. It hurts. Stop. I don't want to be this lonely.