What it is to be lonely? 

What it is to be lonely?
Enjoying a music and no one to share it to,
Reading a book and no one to talk it to,
Watching a movie, and rejoicing only to you.
Waking up and knowing life will be just the routine and nothing more.
Your phone would only buzz for work, work and more work.
Your dreams stay within you. Fomenting to spill out,
Yet no one to catch it.
Your problems are just your problems.
No one to hug you and tell, “It will all be fine tomorrow”.
You would walk past shops, yet no reason to buy it for someone,
Hell! Who would you buy it for, but yourself?
I write this poem, yet no one to show it.
Life is cruel.