Lonesome - How It Feels To Me

You know when you're feeling alone.
Everything is depressing.
Even having your best friends by your side doesn't help.
You can see how hard they are trying to make you smile, so you paste on a smile and laugh with them.
You feel terrible for it, but you put on an act so they can feel like they're helping.

When you're by yourself, everything crashes down.
No one is there for you.
All you want is a simple hug, a pat on the back.
but no one is there.
You crawl into a corner, your head in your hands, sobbing. The tears drip from between your fingers.
It's hard to breathe as the tears pour down.
Every once in a while, you look up, almost hoping to see someone smiling, holding their hand out.
All you want is some support.
But no one is there.

People tell you, "We're here for you! You're not alone!"
But no matter what they say, you feel the same.
Even surrounded by your friends, you feel empty. Stranded.
You're surrounded by fresh water. You're parched. You can see the water, but you can't reach it.

There's a massive crowd of people.
All of them smiling, holding someone special to them.
You walk into the crowd, looking for someone to hold.
But the moment you reach out, everyone draws away from you.

It feels like your family has driven off and left you behind.
But you're in the middle of a blank wasteland, no hope of finding someone.

It feels like you're invisible.
People walk by, moving on with their lives as you scream at them, trying to find someone who will notice you, someone who can hold you.

Like you've been chained to a post, with the key an inch too far to reach..
Meanwhile, thousands of people walk by, looking at you, then looking at the key.
But they all walk away. No one wants to help you.

Like someone you care about is reaching out for you, smiling.
But the darkness wraps around you, constantly pulling you back.
The harder you try to reach them, the farther back you're pulled.

Walking through a room.
Everyone smiles, a beautiful angel on their shoulders, radiant and wonderful.
Yet they all recoil from your touch. An all-enveloping darkness, hovering above you, pushing away everything that comes near you.

No matter how many people are there for you.
No matter how many people love you.
No matter what anyone does.

You're alone.
Hopelessly alone.