though it is often

misunderstood;

it gnawed at her heart,

the truth.

she buried it deep

within herself,

for she figured there was no use in knowing

flaws,

for she figured there was no use in finding out

that everything she wanted

could never

occur.

and soon this deprivation—

the one that lies

in the area between

knowing

and trying not to know

what lie beyond lies

and which truths shall stay truths—

this pain and

emptiness that fed off her

chest—

it was this

deprivation

that drove everyone

away.

—if only loneliness were

meant to be understood,

then it wouldn’t

be loneliness

at all.