Dark Lonely Night

There is no point in trying to make something into what it is not. As vague as that statement is, it is precisely how I feel.

 I thought I had a friend in someone who I've spent the majority of my life with. But that person can't see when I need them to just listen to me for a while. I never call anyone for no reason. I call when I have something to say. The words just may not come out easily, nor eloquently nor may they sound like I have a point to make. 

Then I get brushed off as if I am irrelevant. However  I don't blame them. I blame myself for expecting them to understand me without me having to explain myself. So I continue to suffer in the cold and lonely darkness. Without being able to explain it to anyone. Without being able to understand it myself.