Lonely people don’t sleep at nights
They’re too bored up to 5 am
Drink alone, watching city lights
I’m sure, you have never missed them
They go mad every day in a row
The loners,
Too tired of life
Writing poems,
But far as i know
You wouldn’t have read the title
They are injured with words and closed
They can’t love anymore, too scared
They scratch their wounded souls
And they all have someone to forget