These feelings

With a horrible feeling of being alone,

Having no friends to turn to.

No one to understand your tone,

And being a dark shade of blue.

I sit here typing feeling so low,

Just going into a state of numbness.

As these feelings grow,

Feeling a certain dumbness.

Starting to think,

Maybe things would be better if I was gone.

Wishing these feelings would just shrink,

Wanting them to pass on.

Though the feelings come and go,

These feelings are all the same.

And are never easy to show,

Its as if it is some kind of stupid game.

The feelings may come and go but one thing stays,

Only thing that stays is the longing.

The longing that stays for days and days,

The longing to find that one place that is my belonging.