Loneliness

I sit here, solemn and low.
What's wrong? I ask my soul.
It does not seem to know.
I'm split, no longer whole.

I write, right here, for peace.
I write, so I can be glad.
So my sadness will one day cease.
And I'll remember what glories I once had.

Friends, family, posessions and more.
Love, life and an existence so great.
Stripped now, gone out my hearts door.
And I realized this one moment too late.

Anger I have, rage, oh so much.
Pity, I feel none, it is true.
Guilt my body seems never to touch.
And I worry constantly 'What to do?'

So I sit here and write my feelings out loud.
I write about what I used to feel.
I am low, I am sad, no longer proud.
And I finally understand what it is to be real.

LOL. Loneliness is terrible. I only realized I was this way today. It hurts a lot.
Anyway. ENJOY!!!