It's that time of the year again...

Twice a year, the feeling of helplessness comes upon me yet again...

My comfort blanket

My comfort blanket
Of emptiness and isolation
More than just wanting company
More than wanting another person around

The feeling of being cut off
Disconnected and alienated
Surrounds me like a comfort blanket
Around the hollow vessel that is me

Being alone can be positive
Even pleasurable
A conscious choice to be alone
That is solitude

But to be overwhelmed
By this unbearable feeling
Of abandonment, rejection, insecurity and hopelessness
That is loneliness

My comfort blanket
Of anxiety and depression
Lulls me to sleep
As it seduces me to the darkness