"A Lonely Cry"

Sometimes being lonely is the hardest thing to do,

And how we get through, sometimes is hard too.

The pain that we feel no one else can understand, 

And all our emotions are carried within our hand.

We spill our feelings with the words we write,

As the tears fall down in the midst of the night.

All the pain we carry pours onto our bed sheets,

Intensified from the aches within our heart beats.

Being lonely is the hardest thing one must do,

But somehow it happens to both me and you.

Then we find a loving friend that makes us feel alive,

And somehow our life gets set into overdrive.

But again the friendship comes to an end,

Leaving us broken hearted, unable to mend.

The vicious lonely cycle of wanting to be in love,

Makes us wonder what’s the true reason of.

Why can’t I just feel like I’m a somebody, 

Instead of feeling like a complete nobody. 

Can someone please tell me, Why?

I’m tired of living with this lonely cry.