The Blood of Loneliness

Sharp...like a knife,
Loneliness stabs at the heart
A feeling in which everyone fears
The type of pain that comes from deep within
It breaks me down and leaves me feeling empty
I've felt this all before...
Yet time after time it's all the same.
I hold my hand up to my chest, praying it to go away..
For even just a second...
But then the struggle comes,
I begin to lose myself in a mental battle
Numb the pain and regret it later?
Or endure it and continue on?
When will it ever end?