A Lone.

3.21am

Alone is when you sit at that same park bench in the dead of night.
let the wind blow through you
feel your frustrations build,
and then cry so hard you can't breathe.

Alone is when your favourite sweater sleeves are tear stained
and your whole face is wet
It's when you finally stop and look up
but realise there's not a single person around.

Alone is needing someone, but having no one.
Not because no one cares, but cause you don't have the right words
or the heart to tell them because they have their own lives
because you are not their problem.

Alone is sitting there, all the tears slowly drying up
it's the quiet after a storm rages through you internally.
It's when you know no one can help you,
that there is no one for you to rely on.

Alone is when you acknowledge all of that
and you die a little inside at that realization:
You are on your own, You are lone.
You are, from now on, Alone.