There was a time when I could just grab the phone and call someone, and someone would be there to listen, to care, to show me affection and remind me of a reason to continue.

There was a time when whenever I was crying I could just call out someone's name, could just cry and cry and someone would come through that door...

But that time is now gone. 

Times have moved on. 

People have moved on.

In with the new, out with the old.

I'm old news, my feelings and pain are old news. 

And I am here, lying around in bed, clinging onto my own body and desperately  hoping someone would care, someone would see my tears and understand how and why I still hurt deep inside.