On Feeling Alone

Please, I think. Something in me
Opening its hand, fingers grasping.
I hear laughter all around me, how I
Ache to be a part of it. A part of something.
Because... Because I feel nothing.
I must be made up of a thousand tiny holes.
Filled with black empty air. Please, I think.
I don't want to be alone anymore.
But I'm so alone. So alone.
The tears trickle down.
I curl up even quieter into myself.
Big wet crying baby. Mocking myself now.
Bitter hatred for myself now.
Make it stop. Please someone,
Something, make it stop.
But there is only silence as an answer.