When you hear lonely you think of Someone alone in a room crying or feeling With no one beside them.  
You think of a person that was once there But are now gone.
You think of the nights where they cried themselves to sleep.
But do you ever think of the days where they have to walk around like they are okay?
What about when they catch the scent of that person walking by.
Yes nights are difficult, sometimes you can’t sleep.
But the days,
Getting through those.
That’s the real challenge.
It’s instinct to hide everything inside.
You feel like you have to,
Like it’ll be better.
Who knows maybe it is.
Or maybe your killing yourself by not telling them.