This Is So Lonely

This is so lonely.
How did I end up like this?
You were here just a minute ago.
You didn’t make a sound,
but when I turned around,
the room was hollow.
Not an echo to chase down.
This is so lonely.
This is so empty.
No matter what I bring home.
I can’t fix up this place.
I can’t fill up this space.
What did you pilfer?
It wasn’t like this when you left.
Everything’s missing.
Such an obvious theft.
This is so lonely.
I was hurt. I was bored.
I was feeling constantly ignored.
But now it’s all just so much worse.
This is so much worse.
I was sad. I was stressed.
I was feeling utterly depressed.
But now it’s all just so much worse.
Alone is so much worse.
This is so pointless.
I’m just a blob in a chair.
And I’m way too tired to be going anywhere.
I try to close my eyes —
forget the reason why.
You won’t ever come back.
You won’t even try.
This is so lonely.