Little Dear 

It’s not you, it is everything.
It’s the past, it’s the future,
it’s the moments in between.

It’s the invisible weight bearing down.
The fake smiles to hide the hurt. 
The battles that can never be won. 

Round and round, the restless feeling 
where you’re constantly trying.
Battling, flailing, fighting, surviving. 

What is there left to give? 
What is left inside of me? 
What is left of me?

Be strong, little dear, for you have so much more to see. 



Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 


They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf. 

The meaning of Loneliness 

We don’t get lonely – we just aren’t needed anymore. 

Loneliness is not a case of wanting people to be around us. It’s a case of wanting people to want us to be around.

It’s a case of wanting people to need us. It’s a case of needing to be needed. 

Maybe that’s why we can feel lonely when surrounded by an entire crowd – when you can be in a room full of people and feel nothing but alone. 

The definition of loneliness suggests that it’s when you have no friends or company. 

But you can have friends and still be lonely.

You can have friends who have no idea that you feel alone. You can have friends which you chat to on a daily basis. But this chat could just be face-value, exchanging no need from either one person. 

It’s that need that makes us escape the feeling of being completely alone. 

It’s that need which dispels the loneliness because we relate. 

Because we become of use. 

Because we regain a purpose.