An overwhelming sense of loneliness in your time of need, when you're most susceptible to fall for a cliche. And you can't feel it, but the pain is there, making its way through your veins, turning, and ebbing, and flowing, and pulsing, pushing, like acid, eroding your insides. But its terrifying admitting that you really can't live without another body in your bed. You yearn for some affection, any affection, but just this once, its unavailable. So maybe just someone to talk to ? But no ones answering your calls. You'd really rather be someone else during these nights in your pitch black bedroom. You regret ever treating anyone with disrespect. I guess karma has a way of kicking you when youre down.