Lost ...

It's dark out here, and lonely too
The candle seems to have blown out
Or is it on the verge of blowing out...
I am afraid, so afraid all alone
The crowd is invisible and
the noises all drown
I feel sarcasm in laughters
Of people around
Oh poor, so poor me
Do they think the same?
I share peoples' joys and sorrows
And my heart continues to bleed
For it knew no other to love
For his joy was always my greed.
My pillow will not dry up
Till the dawn of the day
It has learnt to feign so well
It is morning now, so it can tell.
Wipe away those tears
For another bright day ahead
I think for a thousand times
Oh God, can I please be dead?