Loneliness Itself

Yes indeed,
loneliness is more than just a word,
and more than just a feeling.

Loneliness is death himself,
It kills you little by little,
Making it very painful,
And unclear for others,

It brakes your heart,
Making holes
Tiny holes that grows as a tree, slow,
But only detected by the actual blinds.

It fills you up with tears,
Tears salted and sour as an ocean,
And lets you drown in it,
Without moving sight of you,
And without serving,

It blocks you mind,
Making you realize that you are alone,
That you ere missing you prince,
That have no life

It blinds you up,
Now you see the truth,
You are alone,

And only one thing can save you,

Loneliness itself.