The kind of lonely 

The kind of lonely that keeps you up at night 

When you're counting your fingers

Forget trying to realize if you're awake 

Now you've concerned yourself with whether or not you're alive

The kind of lonely that sends cold tears  tears down your grey tired skin 

But you don't know they're your tears till you rub your eyes and a pain filled sob is emitted from the pit of your stomach and exits at the back of your throat

The kind of lonely that echoes in the room

Being so sure that it would seep into the room of your peaceful sleeping sister 

You slowly shut the door as to keep it's harmful radiation isolated within the walls of your room 

And the walls of your brain