Alone.
Not a true emotion to be felt,
Simply a hollow ache that doesn't go away.
Alone.
A constant friend of mine,
By my side as I stand,
With a group, but not a part of it.
An outsider, I don't fit in where I should.
The missing piece to the puzzle,
but I'm a piece to the wrong puzzle.
Left behind in spirit,
I'm tired, hungry, and I thirst,
but I cannot lay me down.
Alone.
The place to belong evades my grasp
I plunder through the darkness.
Tears being concieved in my aching heart,
living short lives on my cheeks before dying at my lips,
to be seen by no one but myself.
Alone.
Not a true emotion to be felt,
but what it brings is just as tangible.