It's like there's no one there,
Like everyone in the room is gone,
They stare with blank expressions acting like there's something wrong.
They will never understand the lonelyness.
It's like being at the bottom of an empty pit.
It is pitch black, the ground is cracked and dried.
There could be 100 people here,
But I couldn't see them even if I tried.
I'd rather be lonely anyway, because I'm the only one it seems,
Who understands the pain of being alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem