What It Is To Be Lonely

So this is what it is to be lonely,
I stand in the middle of a crowded room,
But all I can feel,
Is the darkness loom.

It's getting dark, the walls are closing in,
Surrounded by people I am all alone,
I wonder if I really am invisible,
The cold sinks to the bone.

It's been this way for too long,
I get colder every day,
The world doesn't feel real anymore,
I feel myself fading away.