Weary, lonesome and tired
I walk the streets at night
Why when I want to be alone am I lonely?
Why in a crowded room does my skin ache,
Ache to feel another's warm touch?
Why in the morning light does my heart break,
Bleeding because another dreary lonesome day has begun?
Why when I see a couple simply holding hands do I become
Broken and battered,
My heart still slowly beats,
Pondering my questions of why,
I continue to wander in this lonesome
World that I've created.