Lonely is not alone
Lonely is not being thrown
Lonely is not sobbing
Lonely is not flogging
Neither is it sorry state
Nor is it ill fate
It is a feeling, an emotion.
It is a strong notion
To look within,
Beyond your bone and skin
It makes you know,
What you never show.
The bottled up thoughts
Experience from the stumbled walks;
The talks you have with yourself,
About the devil and the elf.
The silence on the outside,
The roaring noise inside.
That confused vibe,
The belonging to a different tribe.
Crying without tears,
Dreading internal fears.
Seeing darkness in a room of neon lights,
Standing on ground, still fearing heights.
You know no one will miss your absence,
Unnoticed is your presence.
