In the cold night,
i sit just by myself outside,
contemplatively thinking about how this world seems so unfair.
In the cold night,
I feel the strong gust of wind through my skin and bone.
Seeing how many people messing around with laughter to each other or one another.
It hits me into realisation how lonely i am.
It kills me when the loneliness coming.
The loneliness makes me feel leave out of the crowd.
How irony this world can be.
I'm nobody.
I have no one to keep me company or help when i needed.
When will this loneliness be over?
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Loneliness
PoetryWhen the loneliness engulfed and jealousy comes, he can't help but accept it. The only way he knows is just waiting for a miracle.
