To call it loneliness would imply that one needs a company
To call it solitude would imply that its purely a choice
To call it misanthrophy would overstate the anger
To call it asociality would understate the torture
For the feeling it's hard to describe
But a hole in my heart, crumbling
Shaking and trembling
At times it makes me reach out
To see how many smiles it can fill
Other times I would just shut down
Because I knew none of them are real
It's a gap so huge that I simply stopped asking
And i have stopped trying
The years passed by, they tell me the unspoken
No matter what I do, i'm simply broken
