The Guest

Is loneliness a state of mind
A place where people go,
To escape the cruelness of mankind
And soothe their aching souls?
Now being alone isn't loneliness,
Just how you choose to be.
But lonely is the most alone
That one could ever be.

It erases dreams & takes your goals
To a place so far away...
That the window of escape revolts
And hides from light of day.

The darkness is the worst for pain
And sleep so hard to come.
Like endless days of chilling rain
Just grasping for some sun.

It seems to speak without a sound
And chokes you with its words.
You feel it closing in around,
Your silent cries unheard.

Surrounding you just like a fog
It brings its friend "depressed".
And if you let it, loneliness
Will be your full-time guest.