You talk about your feelings, your situation, your thoughts to others when all you really need is a hug from the right person. We all want to be held--to be held in arms, to be held in respect. To be held with love.

That's why no matter how you try to cope, you don't feel better. When was the last time you felt touched? It's a terrible thing to be alone inside, I understand.

I'll be damned if I turn out to be another cliché.

But really, that's exactly what I am--we all are because we want the same things in the end, and there's no shame in that. Originality may be lost, but the meaning remains, although it does vary.

The difference lies in how we express ourselves.