Alone Poems

Alone Poems

Poems About Feeling Sad, Alone And Depressed

Being or feeling alone is one of the saddest places to be. You can have all the money in the world but if you don't have anyone to share it with, you have nothing. The need for human companionship is universal. In ancient times, people stuck together because they literally needed each other to survive. In today's world, we tend to spread out and live more isolated lifestyles. In some ways this is a luxury. In other ways we had it better when we lived in close proximity. Humans are creatures of community and need each other for companionship.

52 Poems about the Pain of Loneliness

  1. 1. Alone

    Everyone needs people beside them through the journey of life. It's not meant to be something to do alone. Even the richest people who are able to buy whatever they need still need people to walk along with them, or they will begin to feel lonely. No amount of money is able to buy the support and care of others. We learn from this poem by Maya Angelou how important it is to develop strong relationships.

    Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty
    And bread loaf is not stone
    I came up with one thing
    And I don’t believe I’m wrong
    That nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    There are some millionaires
    With money they can't use
    Their wives run round like banshees
    Their children sing the blues
    They've got expensive doctors
    To cure their hearts of stone.
    But nobody
    No, nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Now if you listen closely
    I'll tell you what I know
    Storm clouds are gathering
    The wind is gonna blow
    The race of man is suffering
    And I can hear the moan,
    'Cause nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

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  3. 2. I Needed You

    Not receiving the love that one needs from their mother.

    When I was sad and depressed,
    I needed you to be cheer me up.
    Instead, I drank till I was numb enough not to feel anything.

    When everyone was attacking me and putting me down, making me feel so low,
    I needed you to be the one to defend me and be on my side.
    Instead, I endured all the cruel words and criticism the world threw at me.

    When I lost all my friends and had no one,
    I needed you to be that only friend I had left.
    Instead, I experienced what the word "friendless" really meant.

    When I was scared and frightened,
    I needed you to be my security blanket.
    Instead, I had to live in fear.

    When I was angry and full of rage,
    I needed you to calm me down.
    Instead, I kept it all bottled up inside.

    When I felt so lonely and needed someone to care,
    I needed you to hold me tight and never let me go.
    Instead, I grew up alone with no one to turn to.

    When I was hurt and in pain,
    I needed you to come running with you healing ways.
    Instead, I remained scarred and bruised.

    When I would inflict self-torture, wanting to die,
    I needed you to stop me and tell me how important I was.
    Instead, I hid my scars and became oblivious to everyone.

    When I would cry myself to sleep at night,
    I needed you to wipe the tears away.
    Instead, I held my pillow tight while never-ending tears streamed down my face.

    When my world was crashing down on me,
    I needed you to be the one I ran to.
    Instead, I locked myself in my room in complete despair.

    When I felt unloved,
    I needed you to tell me how much you loved me.
    Instead, I learned the words "I love you" are meaningless.

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  5. 3. My Mask

    I am tired of the lies. Sick of wiping tears from my eyes. I guess I just wish they could see how damaged I am inside. Instead, I hide it all away, saving it for me. I'm afraid they will all leave me if I let it free.

    My smile hides my tears.
    My laugh hides my screams.
    It's been this way for years.
    Things aren't as they seem.

    I always seem so happy.
    With not a care in the world.
    But you should know, sadly
    Many things go untold.

    Nobody really knows me.
    They only know my cover.
    But I wish I could let it free.
    Let them know what's under.

    But instead, I practice
    My smiles in the mirror.
    Then the next thing I do is
    Make my fake laugh clearer.

    What is wrong? You need help?
    Is all they will ask.
    So I have decided
    To live behind a mask.

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  6. 4. Mask

    • By Matt
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008

    This was a poem originally composed by my loved one as a child. When she showed it to me, I immediately fell in love with it, so we worked on it again. This is dedicated and should be accredited solely to her. I love you.

    I was once sad and lonely,
    Having nobody to comfort me,
    So I wore a mask that always smiled,
    To hide my feelings behind a lie.

    Before long, I had many friends;
    With my mask, I was one of them.
    But deep inside I still felt empty,
    Like I was missing a part of me.

    Nobody could hear my cries at night,
    For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
    Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
    For I designed my mask to be laughing.

    Behind all the smiles were the tears,
    And behind all the comfort were the fears.
    Everything you think you see
    Wasn't everything there was to me.

    Day by day
    I was slowly dying.
    I couldn't go on,
    There was something missing..

    Until now I'm still searching
    For the thing that'll stop my crying,
    For someone who'll erase my fears,
    For the person who'll wipe my tears.

    But till then, I'll keep on smiling,
    Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
    Hoping one day I can smile,
    Till then, I'll be here...waiting.

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  7. 5. I Wish I Weren't Alone

    • By Jo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    I used to run around laughing
    Until it was time for tea.

    I used to play games
    And smile all the time.
    I used to feel on top of the world.
    I used to feel fine.

    It's amazing how things change
    When people let you down.
    And how that once happy face
    Turns into a solemn frown.

    You search and search
    For someone who cares,
    Anyone who understands,
    Anyone who dares.

    Loneliness, it hurts.
    It kills you deep inside.
    It makes you feel empty.
    It stops you in your stride.

    You cry yourself to sleep,
    Hugging your pillow tight,
    Wishing for someone
    To hold you through the night.

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    Now my life's full of sadness,
    Pain and misery.

    Once when I was little,
    I was never on my own.
    But now I pray at night,
    "I wish I weren't alone."

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  8. 6. A Lonely Star

    • By Mikayela Dzenowski
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014

    I wrote this poem while in PE. I always sit alone and no one ever acknowledges me. I have tried to fit in all my life and I have never found a place. It finally started getting to me, and I know I'm not good enough, so this poem represents my loneliness.

    A lonely star
    sits in the sky.
    It starts to flicker
    and begins to cry.

    A lonely star
    looks down on us all.
    It takes a step
    and starts to fall.

    A lonely star,
    falling down
    like an apple from a tree -
    it still wears a frown.

    A lonely star
    laying on the ground;
    it looks to the moon,
    a home it never found.

    A lonely star
    whose light is fading
    is cold and crying.
    She spent her whole life waiting.

    A lonely star
    blinks her goodbyes.
    Her light goes out
    and she slowly dies.

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  9. 7. Intimacy Of Dark

    I have suffered from insomnia my entire life, and I'm inspired by what I think and feel at night, and I find myself writing poetry in the early hours of the day.

    To be kissed by moonlight
    And caressed by stars,
    Draped in darkened blue,
    Dancing from Jupiter to Mars.

    To be found by the light of the moon
    And loved under a blackened sky.
    Let the sun forget about me;
    It never heard me cry.

    Because there's something special about moonlight,
    Like it was made just for me,
    Because no matter how bad things are,
    I have the moon as company.

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  10. 8. Alone

    The poem "Alone" was written by Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 - October 7, 1849) in 1829. It was written by Poe when he was only 20 and describes his own inner torment at that young age. The poem was not published until 1875, long after his death.

    From childhood’s hour I have not been
    As others were—I have not seen
    As others saw—I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring—
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow—I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone—
    And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
    Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life—was drawn
    From ev’ry depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still—
    From the torrent, or the fountain—
    From the red cliff of the mountain—
    From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
    In its autumn tint of gold—
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it pass’d me flying by—
    From the thunder, and the storm—
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view—

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  11. 9. And I'm The Girl

    • By Jillian Baker
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    This is actually how I feel. I'm always alone, and I don't even know who I can trust anymore.

    I'm the girl who hides behind a smile every day.
    I'm the girl who has a tough exterior,
    But that's not who I really am.
    I'm the girl who has a lot of problems
    But doesn't share one thing.
    I'm the girl who keeps everything bottled up.
    Sometimes I just need someone to talk to.
    Someone to care about me.
    Someone to listen to my problems.
    Someone to hold me when I cry.
    Someone to love me.
    Nobody knows the real me.
    Nobody knows what I go through every day.
    Nobody knows what I have to do just to make it through the day.
    Nobody knows that I'm the girl who isn't who I say I am.
    And I'm the girl who will cry herself to sleep every night.

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  12. 10. Lost Soul

    This poem is for anyone who has put on a happy face to other people so that other people cannot see the pain the poet is actually going through in his/her own life.

    You pass me on the street and our eyes briefly meet.
    You hold the door open for me as I enter behind you.
    I say thanks, but you have no idea that my mind is blank.
    In the elevator you crack a joke, I flash a smile.
    You have no idea that my heart is in denial.
    You ask me how my day was and I say fine.
    You have no idea that my brain and I are arguing if I should cross the line.
    My happiness is gone as I walk in this world.
    The thoughts in my head have me wishing I were lying in a cold, dark hole.
    Once you lose your soul, there is no turning back.
    Everything you once dreamed of no longer has an impact.
    You don't want to love nor do you want to have fun.
    Your days are so long the problems in your mind make you question if you should carry on.
    You smile so that's what people see on your face.
    They think that you are happy, but deep down inside you feel like a worthless disgrace.
    Each day the performance you put on for people is Emmy award winning,
    But you question yourself and wonder if your act is just a way for you to hold off your own internal sinnings.
    When you wake up from a night's sleep,
    You wonder to yourself if today is the day your heart will be back to its old self or will it still be skipping every other beat.
    You wonder if things that once made you happy to be alive will make a comeback.
    You wonder if the little things in life that made you who you are will have you once again dreaming to the stars.
    You wonder if you will feel less empty-hearted.
    You wonder to yourself who holds the match to start that fire.
    You're tired of running and losing your breath.
    You want to hold tight to something that will help you once again enjoy the journey into life's amazing treks.
    You want to feel that every day can be better than the last.
    You want to turn your lost soul feeling into a thing of your past.

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  13. 11. Pay Attention

    Have you ever felt like you're alone? Like nobody notices you? All of your pain and suffering just passes people's eyes without a second glance? Do you know how it feels to be ignored? Or to feel unwanted? Sadly, many do, including myself. This is my plea, not only for me, but for anybody and everybody feeling the way that I do. Mothers, brothers, sisters, and fathers. We are putting it out there; we just need you to pay attention.

    You only see
    What you want to see,
    Letting other things pass you blindly.

    You only hear
    What you want to hear,
    Ignoring the rest
    Without thinking.

    So how can you say
    You know it's not true,
    When so many things
    Never get through?

    But what if I somehow
    Made you pay attention,
    Told you all of the things you never heard?

    Made you stop
    And listen?

    If I told you of all those times
    I silently cried at night,
    What if I told you of all the hurt
    That painfully resides inside?

    Would it reach your ears?
    Would you really care?
    Or would you still treat me
    Like I'm not even there?

    And what if I made you see
    Everything you've missed?
    Like the scars on my arms and legs
    But by you
    Get dismissed.

    What if I showed you
    My heart slowly breaking,
    Would you notice it's years in the making?

    All of the tears
    And all of the pain,
    You never noticed.
    No, you never hear.

    Maybe it's time
    That you realize
    What's been going on
    Right in front of your eyes.

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  14. 12. The Dark Days Will Pass

    There will be dark days,
    when you feel alone
    with your aching heart
    but that doesn’t mean
    you will always be.
    The sun will always
    peer through the clouds.
    Let its light show you
    the love you have forgotten.

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  15. 13. Alone

    • By Wesley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2017

    I wrote this while I was very upset.

    I waited, and you didn't come.
    I called, and you didn't answer.
    I knocked, but you weren't home.
    And I realized that I was alone.

    I cried, but no one comforted me.
    I screamed, but no one heard me.
    I gave up and laid there.
    Alone. Why was I always alone?

    I hurt, but there was no help.
    I begged, but I was ignored.
    I laughed maniacally at my foolishness.
    I knew I was alone.

    I was always alone.
    No one was there.
    No matter how many times
    I called knocked, cried, screamed...
    I was alone...forever alone.

    I was fake.
    I was imaginary.
    I was a pawn,
    But most of all
    I. Was. Alone.

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  16. 14. The Pain Of Missing You

    • By Jessica Velez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009

    A mother sharing the pain of missing children who have been gone for a year. She is currently fighting the guardian for the return of her boys...
    For Wayne & Kai, my baby boys

    I never knew a broken heart could keep on breaking.
    You keep on sending your love, but no one's there to take it.
    Rivers of tears keep a steady flow...
    But no one's there to know.
    It's you, you whom I want to know.
    You whom I want to see...
    All of what I think and feel, it's you I want here with me.
    Not a day goes by without wishing for a hug, a kiss, a laugh, a cry...
    For soothing hurts, tucking you into bed, or just a simple touch.
    Not a night goes by I don't miss you so....much!
    Or my heart doesn't break just a lil' bit more.
    Shards turned to ice, constantly falling to the floor.
    I don't believe in God, but still I pray
    That somehow, someday
    You'll be back in my life
    For always and forever
    And I'll never let you go again
    Never!

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  17. 15. Shadows

    I wrote this short poem after talking to a friend of mine, who lives alone after losing his loved ones. There have been times when I've felt the same way.

    I'm living under a shadow,
    No shape, no sound, no time.
    A black and white silent film
    That haunts a troubled mind.

    Broken dreams lay all around;
    Life has left its scars.
    On a journey of remembrance,
    Walking blindly through the dark.

    Echoes call me from the past,
    Familiar voices seem so near.
    They fill an empty void,
    Although it's only ghosts I hear.

    In a world of yesterdays,
    Life's lost all reality.
    For memories are all that's left
    As I await my destiny.

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  18. 16. Walls

    It’s cold and it’s dark,
    In this place that I hide,
    I’ve built up these walls,
    I let no-one inside.

    I want to break free,
    I just don’t know where to go,
    I’ve built up these walls,
    So no-one would know.

    If I could just tell you,
    Would you love me the same,
    I’ve built up these walls,
    I’ve got no-one else to blame.

    The pain in my heart,
    Is growing rapidly,
    I’ve built up these walls,
    So no-one would see.

    Someday I will step outside,
    Feet planted firmly on the ground,
    I’ve built up all these walls,
    But someday they will come tumbling down.

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  19. 17. Be Silent With Me

    • By Brian Terry
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2012

    This poem was inspired by feelings running through my mind when I came home from Iraq. My father passed away two months after I returned home, and I was going through a divorce. I was feeling as if I was losing everything and that my life was possibly also going to be cut short. I sometimes feel like I will be alone when I die, without friends or family. Just me being led out of this life by my father.

    I walk on a path deep in a forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
    I think of all my friends and family that are long since dead.

    I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel the warm summer breeze.
    My breath deepens and my heart slows as I fall to my knees.

    I hear their voices loud, I hear their voices clear.
    I can see their faces through every tear.

    Be silent with me.

    I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.
    Is this, I wonder, how my whole life will be?

    I have people I call friends; but how many will be there till the end?
    When death comes knocking at my door, will there be someone there I can call my friend?

    I can feel the blood flowing through my veins.
    I can hear a loud thunder in my head accompanying sharp pains.

    Be silent with me.

    Where am I? There is nothing here I recognize.
    Trees begin to blend with bushes, I cannot trust my eyes.

    I am feeling a sense of loneliness like never before.
    I wish I had someone to talk to, as I clutch the forest floor.

    I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
    How the only thing I ever wanted was a friend that was real.

    I never thought it was too much to ask for, someone to treat me the way I treat them.
    So many people have a warped understanding of the meaning of friend.

    I can hear the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
    I can hear everything, even the most distant birds singing.

    Be silent with me.

    I feel my thoughts slow as if I were on the edge of sleep.
    I struggle to make sense of these feelings that are running so deep.

    I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
    Today I think, is a beautiful day to die.

    A random thought I cannot explain.
    Is it I wonder, because I feel no more pain?

    I no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat. 
    Then I hear the sound of my father's voice saying, come, be silent with me!

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  20. 18. Fragile Heart

    Sometimes I just don't feel like my normal self. I'll be sad throughout the day, randomly cry, and have nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night. Sometimes every single thing that I've ever been sad or stressed about pops in my head at the same time, and it makes me feel this way. If you are struggling with something similar, please just remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Jesus is with you and loves you. I'm praying for you.

    My life is falling apart,
    Can't get rid of this fragile heart,
    Headache from all the tears,
    Restless sleep, thinking about fears.
    No more happiness,
    No more tears left to cry,
    Good memories, say goodbye.
    Broken love, broken hope,
    My fragile heart doesn't know how to cope.

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  21. 19. Just Look Into My Eyes

    • By Bryan Rankin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009

    I wrote this one night in my room when I realized that people around me thought I was happy. I wanted to write down the truth. I wanted to write down how I felt.

    Look into my eyes.
    Tell me what you see.
    It won't be happy.
    It won't be pretty.

    The way I act
    Makes me seem happy.
    It makes me seem fine,
    But look into my eyes.

    There you will see,
    See the hurt,
    See the hate.
    In my eyes I will seem distant.

    Look into my eyes.
    There you will see everything,
    Everything I hold inside.
    There you will see me.

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  22. 20. Invisibility

    A lady friend of mine had just turned 75, and she said she had reached the age of invisibility, so I wrote this poem with her in mind.

    As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
    truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.

    I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose.
    I could frolic through the park all day without a stitch of clothes.

    I could listen to friends' secrets, know everybody's plans.
    I'd know what lovers whispered when they were walking, holding hands.

    I could catch wild birds and bunnies, steal honey from the bees.
    I wished so very many times for invisibility.

    As a man I knew, or thought I knew, amid strength and vim and such,
    believe only in the things we see, most in what we can touch.

    And the wind alone, on her orphic voyage, as she blows across the seas
    knows the secret, which she holds close - invisibility.

    Now I sit here on this bench all day and never get a glance.
    My steps are slow, my hair is grey, near the end of life's sweet dance.

    No one hears the words I say, a gnarly face that no one sees.
    It seems my childhood wish was granted - invisibility.

    Point of view, I guess, where we're standing at the time,
    and the things we're so damn sure of can turn right on a dime.

    And those things we sometimes wish for may in another season be
    Like what I granted late in life...invisibility.

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