DISCLAIMER: I'm OK - just random writing.
Lonely is a rough place. It’s big, and empty – there’s no one here in lonely. There are no windows, only walls. It’s dark, and cold, and damp. It’s full of self-doubt, and self-hatred. Lonely is where sad lives – it festers and grows, and it’s only a matter of time before it will block out all the other feelings. Soon, lonely will metastasize into something much larger, and completely blanket and hide me from the outside world. There’s no way back, and no way out; just an existence hampered by sadness, confusion, and self-destruction. Lonely is where souls go to die.