This is to anyone out there who’s listening.
People talk about loneliness.
Like it’s just a rainy day.
The change of the weather or the season.
Something they heard about once whilst reading a magazine in the doctors surgery.
Or on the back of the cereal box.
While let me tell you about loneliness.
I’ve felt it.
Lived it, breathed it and bled it.
I’ve not just worn the fucking T-Shirt – it was bloody tattooed on my skin.
But no one saw it – cause no one saw me.
No one saw the loneliness or even the freckles on my face.
Thanks for listening.