I don't need favors. I need kindness.

I feel such an ache, a pain so deep as I yearn for those that used to wonder about me. Those that wanted to speak to me and learn about me. So I could relay just how lonely and pain ridden I have become in their absence. What breaks my heart the most, is that it is not my fault they are no longer what I always offered them; A friendly ear.
No one knows this is even here. That I type these things. Because I am not seeking attention. But I need help. I desperately need it. 

People are strange, they hurt where they could heal. Sting where they could be a  salve. I am not expensive, in fact... I come free. But I pay for other's company with heartache and tears. I always wonder, but I strive to not let that change my outlook.



But I hurt.

I am in pain.

I'm drowning...

And it is only getting worse.

I don't need favors. I need kindness.