loneliness wears a thousand faces.
it sits beside me in lecture halls,
laughing in unison;
while i am a ghost in daylight.
and the world looks through me,
as if i were made of glass.

notifications flicker like false stars,
giving me hope.
but no one ever stays to ask.

loneliness - my only constant.
it lingers like a shadow near,
the only voice i'll ever hear.

yet i still write,
i still bleed,
perhaps someday someone will read.
and respond.