I am old, grey , alone inside these four walls and can only talk to my loneliness. My loneliness is killing me inside. I am almost imperceptible to those people, who are happy and busy in their own world. Sometimes I feel like a critter, for which these humans had a stiff-arm.
I am completely isolated-mentally, physically and emotionally from the entire human race. I don’t wish to have any company and don't want to see anyone. I want to lie down in my bed, drawing the curtains- with darkness all around. My life is full of emptiness- a sluggish wave will come and wash me over.
My solitude and its pain!! I wish no one can ever experience them.