Quietly

I wonder out there if there really is anyone that truly knows my heart?

Since when have I started writing for an audience that isn't there?

I cannot shake this feeling of loneliness. I can battle with it, but in the end, I am still battling alone. Though, this mentality seems wrong, when I think that God is always with me, and watching over me. I suppose I have a hard time always thinking that way.

Sometimes, when I feel this way, I wish to post it on my facebook status. Yet, I know the responses I will get will not be the heart to heart conversation I crave. They will be full of initial sympathy, perhaps even pity. I doubt that anyone will answer the call from my heart: "I want you to know me. I want to know you."

So, quietly, I post my thoughts here, wishing, hoping, for someone who cares to read it. Just that thought alone, that one tiny moment where they bother to think of me - my heart - will be enough for me.

And it'll save me from this abyss.