Solitude ( Empathy Collection )

What is it ?
a tear ?
why should you pretend you are alright,
when you feel so..... dead,
yeah, i am alright,
that is what you think,
and then comes the night,
and you shake tears and pain into drink,
something is wrong,
you thought: i am strong,
then the shot, twist and blink,
pointless it all does seem,
why write with pen when tears are you ink ?
friends are here,
but they can not see,
why is that ?
or if they can,
you just can not feel that thing,
thing called empathy,
support or interest to carry,
carry the pain with you,
why am i so lonely.....