Lonely

"Unreal sense of freedom" the way I pretend to say... Is it same? Or is it the pain which I unlikely portray... The feeling of being in love, never confronted nor addressed... As they say, I mustn’t be the one, "gods of love have blessed"... It pains sometimes, like someone is nicking always on… The actual fervor has already isolated and gone... The bonding, the jiffs which I wanted to share… Ended up all in vain, as no one bothered to care... The two golden days of weekend bothers me much... Have no one to spend time with and no one to touch... Cried for my solitude, wished for someone to stay.... Killing all my emotions left my brain dark and grey... Finding an empty room to cry and empty myself inside out... Settle somewhere far away, where I could loudly shout... At the end of the day, it’s only me with my odd bone... Things would have changed, if I would not have been left all alone...