Addicted

I was so depressed for a while. I started writing because of it. This.. was me.

Lonely.
Just a word.
But what if...
what if you are
the lonely one?
And what if...
What if you don't feel it?
What if you don't understand that you're
Addicted.
To the Hurt. The Absence.
The Pain.
You must be,
for you hate it so,
but you crave it, need it,
and always find it again.
Or...
does it manage to find
you?
Your friends keep you busy,
but your laughter?
It's fake.
Music drowns out the suicidal thoughts.
But the feelings?
The urges?
They're still there.
Maybe some people...
maybe they're just meant
to be alone.
They're supposed to be
Addicted.
To learn to
accept the hurt.
Cherish the absence.
Embrace the pain.
Love the tears.