It's indeed sad to be alone.
But sadness becomes heavier when I'm surrounded by people.
Surrounded by people yet feeling invisible.
Feeling so alone.
Seven billion people,
Yet no one to talk to.
To rely on.
To love, nor to be loved by.
At least when you know you are alone,
It will not hurt that much.
Maybe just a little.
Just,
A little.
YOU ARE READING
Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
