Loneliness, desolation,
time spent on my own.
More than I can handle,
from all that life has thrown.
Never feeling closeness,
that takes its toll,
last time I felt wanted.
I can't recall.
Isolation, solitude,
craving some company.
Talking to myself again,
please stop this misery.

Melancholy moments, tears begin to flow.

Bow my head hiding,
hoping they won't show.