Isolation

I want to feel something.
 I want to feel something more than the emptiness.
Something more than the lonesomeness that claws through me.
The devastating ache that rips through my gut and tears me up inside.
Something more than the jabbing feeling of loneliness that stabs me in the side and brings tears to my eyes.
 I breathe in the bitterness of rejection and It courses through me, settling its binding chains of sorrow around my spine.
The isolation weighing down on me suffocating me as I try to scream through the solitude, but choke on the alienation from my peers.
The exile that leaves me confined to my room that is now nothing more than a box of seclusion.
I want to scream and thrash, and shatter the glass of reclusion that I am hidden behind.
I want to claw my way out of this pit of nothingness.
I want to break this dreary mold and find myself and become whole.