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Lonely

Sitting

In my room

Lonely’s how I bide

 

Waiting

For the love

No one by my side

 

Staring

Into nothing

The nothing I am in

 

Crying

Rolling tears

On my stone-cold skin

 

Silently

I sneak away

Nobody who knows

 

Love

Is what I want

But it never shows



Drowning

In my sorrow

Nevermore tomorrow

Overall

Your poem is a bit abstract. it started strong but got lost somewhere in the middle starting from the "Staring" part. You must show the readers what is happening to your poem but not to the extent of telling what is happening :)