and it hits me in the middle of the night
lying here in desolate silken sheets
with black pillow cases and an empty space
with a blanket and stuffed animals near my side
the roaring of the fan in the hallway
the lowly humming of the fan from above
the murmurs outside my door
the switches being flipped
the sound of paws on the floor
with no one here to love
i feel so alone
i may have a billion people in my life
i may have people that love and care for me
but i am ever so alone
in the middle of the night, the feeling hits
that i'm so, so ever and always alone
but it's ironic
how everyone has left me
yet loneliness stayed
it has always been my friend
holding that little girl's hand
to guide her gently into apathy
