Shy. Oh shoot that word. Shy. Shy. Shy. Introverted, shy. No! I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

I'm angry.
I'm upset.
I'm alone.
But I am not shy.

It's just.... cowardice. You know that very well too don't you? Being a coward. You see a person you like, you can't talk, not because you're shy, or you lack skills, instead it's because you're afraid.

Afraid at your incompetence, at your worthless existence. Instead I'm afraid to disappoint and have them leave. Screw that. So here we lay, you and I, in our eternal loneliness.

Sometimes eventhough we have people, people to call friends, people to call family, people to trust and love and laugh and live life with. Why are we still lonely??

Because we're afraid. We aren't just introverted. We're terrified. I'm terrified to mess up, to talk too much or talk too less. To disappoint.

The colour of loneliness is crimson. As our bleeding hearts drip, I've seen that crimson stain life with all its glory.

The colour of loneliness is crimson.