I feel, lonely..
 

Alone.

There’s no one to reach out to,
Like a search that never ends,
You search for company,
A soul of sympathy to the emptiness,
You seek to fill.
It’s there, but you can’t have it,
You’re locked in,
A cage with no key,
You can’t reach, you can’t touch,
Though you need it and you try,
With endless perseverance,
You fail with misery.
You’re left alone,
There’s no one to reach out to.

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I just want to reach out to her, but she doesn't seem to care. I seem so distant now, we're way way way apart, and it's not like I can be there to mend things up. I feel disconnected. I feel alone. I want to go and weep by myself. I can't be alone, can I reach out to you?
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Flipside:
 

"Alone,
Adrift,
Abandoned.

Yet so strangely,
Alive."

Being alive and alone,
Means very little to life,
I wish to be in company,
not otherwise.

"I sit amongst others.
Voices swarm over me like flies in hot weather.
Babble and Hubbub, on and on.

I nod,
Like someone agreeing to pay taxes
But I know that they're only saying what they'd like to hear said to them.

And this one person,
this one wonder,
Just looks up and smiles and holding my hand,
Tells me all I ever need know."

I wish I had "others" to sit around,
together with voices, I crave to hear.
I say things I want to hear,
because they never come by,
even from a special person,
who once told me things I need to hear,
hardly ever says it anymore.