She.

I've been asked yo write down how I feel when I'm alone. Some may understand "alone" as alone in their bedrooms, or walking down the street. My definition of "alone" is completely different. When I'm alone I cannot breathe, I cannot sleep, I can't even think well. When I'm alone my whole world crushes down, my heart breaks and my bones ache. When I'm alone my ears don't listen, my heart doesn't beat and my voice doesn't sound the same. When I'm alone music helps me, but it's not enough, it's never enough... nothing is ever enough. When I'm alone I don't feel like getting up, eating, showering or even breathing. When  I'm alone I don't breathe. But, I'm still alive, aren't I? Because I'm  never alone. I used to be. Sometimes I think I could go back to it. But now I can't. I'm never alone. She's always in my mind. She's pressing my heart to beat, my lungs to breathe and my blood to run. Every time. Every hour. Every second. Everyday.

By C.