It was under the brights lights of the fireworks that I finally realized I was lonely. Lonely in a way that I had subconsciously thought of but never “truly” thought of.
I was lonely in a way that somedays I just wanted someone to hold me and never let go.
I was lonely in a way that I listened to a song and cried not knowing why.
I was lonely in a way that I thought I could never be good enough.
I was lonely in a way that I just wanted to feel.
I wanted to feel whole.
I wanted to feel loved.
I wanted to feel like I was worth something.
But eventually the fireworks ended and in those few quiet moments
when the lights ceased to exist
and the distant noise was nothing
but a ringing in my ears,
I knew a part of me would always be
lone