alone

It is times such as these, numbed by emotion, my vision blurs, I lose my sense of direction.
My head feels drained, tired and exhausted, I cannot stand, I choke, I suffocate. This helplessness, it implodes me.
All I need is a shoulder to lay my head on, to throw my arms around and cry.
But they cannot see what I see. They cannot feel what I feel. The feeling is mine. The emotion is mine. The grief too is mine...

It is times such as these, I see clearly enough, that after all, I am all alone ...