Loneliness

The feeling of being alone might even be worse than being alone
Like you’re absent from any feeling of home
Even if you have someone close
It would feel like the world froze

The calmness of silence is also the loudest noise there is
You spend the time wondering when you’ll feel the bliss
Is the bliss even real?
Cause the feelings keep circling, nothing feels real

The time you have for yourself often is spent wondering about others
About the time they spend with their own lovers
Would you have wanted to join them?
Or would your presence feel like the cold of autumn?

The thoughts in your head overpower the rest
You think you’ll never be the right guest
Like you’ll always start a problem
As if a crowd makes it hard for you to blossom

Even if you wouldn’t screw up
You’d still be too afraid to show up
Instead you’ll stay in your own kingdom
Alone with the fake idea of freedom