Love is Lonely

The taste of being alone

The taste of being alone
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Alone,
By myself.
With no one to talk to,
With no one to share my troubles with.

In a crowded room,
In a crowded group.
Always alone in the corner,
Always alone at the back.

With all of them in pairs
With all of them hand in hand.
With happiness written on their faces,
With joy emitting from them.

While I am here with no one,
While I am here without smiles.
My heart is full of emptiness,
My heart is full of coldness.

Can you help me?
Can you heal my heart?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you know the taste of being alone?