Lonely

There are times I feel lonely,
everyone does.
There are times I feel desperate
for comforting hugs.
At these times I find
no one.
At these times I think of
no one to miss me
as I die a lonely death.
Then I think past my sorrow
to find myself
surrounded by friends,
but why don't they notice?
My terror inside.
The terror I don't try to hide.
I feel they don't care,
tears fall again,
I think once more of the loaded gun,
and how I'm too scared,
The Lonely One