All I could see was darkness. No, not as if I was sleeping, but the emptiness in my heart. 

Loneliness.

The emotion I had felt for years. I know I have friends who say they care, family too. Just not enough to listen to my broken record. They say they love me, then why don't I feel loved? Why do I feel like a slave for other people's pleasure? 

This feeling, this strong emotion, has been haunting me and will until I give in to the temptation. I wouldn't be tempted to do something I didn't want, right? I try to explain to others that I need help, but I've brushed aside like I'm some bothersome pest. They say I can talk to them about everything, but how do you talk about this to the person that contributes to it the most? 

Maybe I should be a bit more patient with them. They're going through their own problems too, so I just keep it inside. That way, I won't bother anyone anymore. 

So now, new darkness consumes my vision. My insides are dead, and so am I.