Another one...

Have you ever felt the need to fill the void that keeps on growing;
Inside of you, killing you, making you weak, cruelly agonizing..
When you're crying inside but the tears dry up,
When you feel like having someone with you, but when you look around you find none.
Going around and enjoying the bonds are others,
While you're all alone, not even a friend there;
Enjoying with you or sitting near,
waiting for you or just being with you.
You stand alone, see what went wrong;
was it some stuff or you the one wrong.
One mind says you're missing love,
And the other one longing for just friends;
And the heart just wants someone near,
To make you feel that you exist,
To make you realize something is still there, inside you that's not yet gone.
But alas! No ones there, neither was nor seem will be there.
So you do the only thing you do,
You pick a pen and write it all.
To bring out the tear that's gone dry,
To feel something, to try and be alive...