Solitary.

Like a knife, that stabs through your skin,
Over and over again,
That's how painful loneliness can feel,
And when everything seems great for everyone,
One reply could change one's mind,
To hope so and prove that one is still accepted,
For the fear of one's poor adaptation,
To human communication and understanding,
So foolish humans are sometimes,
But never could anyone offer a sweet reminisce,
Of the friendship she thought they had,
Or so she thought they had.

But as though the world had left her cold,
Drowned is the solitary soul.