Loneliness

How much longer am I going to cry,

How much longer am I going to wait,

Until the sun's in the sky?

Or until it's too late?

How much longer is it until someone notices me?

I’m afraid of being alone..

As I listen to the rain's tone..

I stand there wondering..

How is it to be to be loved?

To be found?

While I stand here weeping..

In this dreadful rainy night..

As all the ghost's who were alone cried out for someone..

I was the only one who heard their cries...

Can anyone hear mine?