Extract of Unhappiness

I have emptyness inside my bristling bones Filled with sorrow, away, alone I'm in between the lines of a blank paper separate from the others, like a skyscraper Does anyone lend out a hand? Does anyone understand? Only one but he has reasons to be gone at certain seasons Will I ever find another friend? Will I survive till the end? I grow weiry of these feelings I am tired, unexpired Tick tock tick goes the clock I await for him to step in the door Then these feelings go away But not forever, They'll be back someday......