Lost

(Thanks to my friend Justin, I felt very inspired to write something dark. The mood seemed right for this.

A feeble attempt. Comments welcome, but be kind. :) )

The evening was on fire, as was my heart

In the crowd, alone I was

How I longed, for somebody to see

To know that I existed, to know me.

Like knives the loneliness pierces me

Like hot wires pressed to to every inch of skin

The burning a drug to the pain

That seeps through, making me insane

A thought, a gesture, a feeling expressed

Would perhaps make things a little better

But to be loved, as so many people are

Seems not in my destiny now,

At least, hopefully, a thing away far.