Loneliness Has Found Me

First night of being alone in the room.

Loneliness Has Found Me  (E) First night of being alone in the room. #1942124 by Rosslie Del Valle

Staying in a room
With nothing but a dust pan and a broom
The empty bed with a pink bed sheet
A hollow heart and I feel like shit

I don't know where to start
Pick up the broom and put it down again
Why do I have to clean?
The room is cleaner than before

I want to sleep but I'm not sleepy
Afraid if nightmare comes
Even I scream a thousand times
No ones here to wake me up

What is this I'm feeling?
I hide from it a long time ago
It seems that loneliness has found me
The moment that you left