I’ve tried to drown the memories
I was lost, and without myself
having no one else

How could it be lonely?
For no one was even there,
I wasn’t there for myself.

I found myself missing the stars
Now, darkness arrived, and not one was seen

The sunset wasn’t warm, it left me alone with the dark
As it left, it laughed at me and the happy memories I had
.
.
.
“pathetic”

As it left, memories of happier moments left with it.
As the sun left, he took my hope with him.
And loneliness flood my room with loneliness, of not finding my way out
And I found the coldest was when I felt that sickening warmth.