"this is a lonely experience"
I say when
I study blades of grass or cracks in the walls
When I'm so angry that I cry or when
I truly feel like dying
I repeat that to myself when
I'm reading untouched books
Or feeling affectionate for my friends
Far moreso, I think, than they would reciprocate
Love outpoors from me and I feel so alone
It is lonely to love

But I've halted those words
With a change of heart
Realizing I was never alone
Future or past, there are people out there
At least, so I hope, who feel the same things as I
They might mark my words, or perhaps never know, but wonder the same
Was there ever someone like me
Someone whose words are untouched
I wish i could reach through time and tell them
The experience isn't lonely

This is a human experience