Lonely replica

This place is so empty
I feel so lonely
even though I’m surrounded by everyone
what's the point of living
if to everyone else
you’re just another face in the crowd
another number,
just a replica of others
if one of us just disappears
slips off the face of the earth
no one would notice
some one would just take their place
every one else would just forget
about what happened
and go on with life