Isolation
When your at a party surrounded by so many people you know, But still feel totally alone.
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When your at a party surrounded by so many people you know, But still feel totally alone.
Feeling a little lonely Deep down in side I have a free night tonight But no one come wil ride. A few hours out is all I ask Painting the town But no one wants to no me I feel like a clown.
Wandering through the streets of life No plan, no goal, just now. Avoiding the chains of society's strife Nobody to show me how. Conforming to others isn't my thing Dreams that plague my sleep.
I'm 33 nearly 34, a family man.. But besides my family, I wonder if I have any real friends... Yeah I got people I visit, and talk to.. But..
At this point in my life I could be surrounded by a million people and still feel like the loneliest person in the world. My Dad has moved away, my brother has moved away.
#household I am laying here in this cold bed. Our conversation is the only thing in my head. I want you to be here with me. Just to hold you to sleep you see. I feel alone and cold in this bed.
Its the morning after the party but kitten has had a fall. A nasty fight with one of her mates turning out he's not one at all... Kitten as sat with tear's stinging her eyes as morning starts to rise.
I see you Walking, But to no one Talking, You're all by yourself in the street. Just lonely And tormented, Mad and Demented, Why do you torture yourself and not eat.
I went for a walk. To get some fresh air. I went through the town. There's nobody there. Where have they gone. Where could they be. I thought to myself. It's just lonely old me.
I twist and I turn, Unable to sleep, Despite closed eyes, And counting sheep. Something's amiss, And not quite right, A feeling of loss, Just out of sight.
Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent. Just dont let me fall asleep feeling empty again. Cause I fear I might break and I fear I can't take it Tonight I'll lie awake; feeling...
Seven billion people And yet I'm on my own Wondering if you're out there Or I'll always be alone I've never quite succeeded In love, that much is true I long for just another chance To fall in love...
So I am back here again. Don't know where to start don't know how to begin. In an empty home. I stay here all alone. What can I do to make things more fun. I don't want this silence I want to run.
A ll these people round me. L ife full of fun and games. I nsecurities confound me. E verything seems so lame. N obody understands me. A n alien, not the same. T ry my best to join in.
There is always a girl you see around. She has a smile on her face, polite to everyone. She is the 'agony aunt', you could say; the one all the others drown their sorrows on.
She tried to tell them, "I'm hurting," But they only heard, "I'm fine." She pretended she wasn't lonely, None of them read between the lines.
I'll ask you a simple question. When Twitter asked you to 'put up your real name' did you listened. Tell me if you didn't lie when Facebook asked you about the foreign languages you speak. I didn't.
I seem to always hear a silence. As I work there is an absence. In conversation and words to share. I always wonder is anybody there. Alienated and confind all on my own.
I trail my fingers through the clear water. Letting the familiarity of the cool caress sooth me.
I'm surrounded by darkness blacker than the midnight sky. Now they've all said good bye. So I'm in the dark and I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. I call out for help, I scream, I plead, And I yelp.
I am happy one day a month, and I think that is enough, 14th every month; I got a 750 TL in a credit card; at 4 am, at middle of the night, I don't sleep on 13th and eagerly wait for 4 am.
Today, another day to drag myself out of bed. Outside the skies grey, rain threatening. My head is pounding, aching from a lack of sleep, as I slowly roll back the covers.
Why am I alone. Am I not good enough. Am I really that bad. My world may not revolve around make up and clothes. I'm me, I'm real and I do not hide. I like to eat, curl up and read.
"pat pat pat,splish " One lonely girl walking down the street "pat pat pat,splish" Clothing all soaked,feet bare and wet,cherry nail polished chipped "pat pat pat splish" Humming a tune and walking...