Lonely
Lonely
I sit here waiting.
Waiting for what?
Who knows.
No one pays attention.
No one asks.
Pain cuts too deep to say.
Can’t make friends,
can’t understand.
Why?
Sitting alone.
It’s late at night,
feeling so
uncomfortable with life.
Writing feelings on paper,
Unable to share.
Feeling so isolated.
Why?
Loneliness
(2007)
