The Feeling of Being Alone
It’s such an awful, eerie sound to hear a soul cry
To reach out into the darkness
Hoping that someone is reaching back
To reach out into the darkness
Hoping that someone is reaching back
There is someone somewhere
Sitting in the dark
In the corner of their room; rocking
They cannot tell one tear from another
They come so fast
Cried so much their voice has cracked
Dead on the outside; their face is slack
Black runs from the eyes
The only other sound is the ticking of the clock
