Scatter Brain

What's lonelier? Being alone, or being someone's option?
Clutching air and grasping nothing,one of the saddest actions in the world.
Almost as sad as kissing someone with a passions that is not reciprocated.
I woke up clutching air. Clutching air with my lungs, heart, and hands.
This world, this fucking world makes it challenging to be hopeful.
I'll still challenge the world though.
It hurts. I hurt many an hour. But the moment of joy I get from the pain is so sweet.
I won't hurt you.