There's a dark little place,
In the back of our minds.
That most of us fear and dread.
It's a little place called loneliness.
It's an emotion that cannot be read.
It's a sorrow that consumes us,
And gnaws us to the bone.
It speaks of all our lost trust,
And whispers in a soft, dead tone.
And the truth is, loneliness hurts.
You sort of feel like a stepping stone,
Always used but never known.
But you have to fight this feeling.
For you are not a stone.
Because there is always someone out there.
That feels the same:
ALONE.
