Everyone has people around them. And they listen. Tell. Teach. Encourage. Correct. Help. Support… Care.
But most importantly they’re only a call away if not closer. They’re always there for them and they appreciate everything they get for their help.
Everyone can talk to someone. Not about everything though… but they’re still able to. It comes so naturally for them, they might not even consider not having these blessings in their lives.
Do you know true loneliness? Were you unlucky enough to see its true hid-in-the-dark face with those cold, shineless eyes?
Maybe someone saved you right away - for others, it took longer but they eventually freed themselves from these old, frost-bited chains.
Those? No. I said these - I know them well. I’ve lived my entire life with them wrapped tightly around my body and I don’t have the key for the lock that has given me only slavery and pain.
Everyone thinks I’m just silent - a strange being who needs to be alone because solitude’s the only thing I’ve ever known. Everyone thinks I’m comfortable this way. They think I’m fine because they’re fine. Everyone thinks I’m okay because they’re never lonely enough to consider what it really means.
But I’m not everyone.
I’m not okay.