Loneliness is but a thousand words, A solitary figure, nothing more, something less.
He will never be complete on his own, yet he cannot break through the bars of his own existence!
He exists to be lonely, yet he canβt exist without others around him!
The others that surround him, ignoring him; The others that surround him, that haunt him; The others that surround him, that donβt notice him; The others who exist just to place emphasis
On his pitiful, meaningless, excruciating existence.
He is not alone in his situation, but he is alone.
He will forever be alone.
Unless someone breaks him free.
-SLJ
Ye, found my first poem, submitting/publishing it now.