It’s funny how my life seems to
be lately, I’m surrounded by a lot of people and yet I feel so alone. The
constant battle with loneliness and sanity has become my latest hobby. The need
to be with someone to comfort me from the pain I’m suffering right now has
become a luxury I cannot afford. Friends seem to be hard to find even though
they’re just there. Friends reachable with just one text or call but even with
the available technology, I can’t seem to get through them. I endured the pain
inflicted by my new bestfriend – loneliness. I breathed in and drowned myself
in the toxicity of being lonesome and boredom. And I hate the feeling…
Pillows and stuffed toys can’t
hug me back, but sometimes they’re all I’ve got.
I long for a hand to hold me back…
to reassure me that it’s alright. To reassure me that despite everything that
life have thrown at me, I am not alone. That it is alright for me to cry
because a comforting hand will always be holding me back. That I don’t have to
feel alone and empty anymore because a comforting hand will always be there to
soothe them away for me…
And so I ask… “Will you hold my
hand?”…
