Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

There's a book of poetryin the lines of my handsthat no one wants to read

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

You will forever be a stranger in a world that cannot really understand you...

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so feltIn solitude, where we are least alone.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care

You build walls to fortify your heart,and blame on others for your loneliness.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

I've never been afraid of being alone. For the sake of my work, I must be!

eing alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

In a world filled with people, some happy, others like me, I feel so all alone.

I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.