Loneliness is.

Loneliness is a crowded room.
Or hiding in the corner,
Forever entombed.

Loneliness is a star-lit sky.
Or the darkness around them,
So many reasons to die.

Loneliness is a waiting phone.
Or not wanting to call you,
Not wanting to moan.

Loneliness is this night.
Or the uselessness of tomorrow,
Another pointless fight.

Loneliness is this.
This dead-end room.

Loneliness is my bride, and I her groom.