on loneliness

I am so lonely,lonely,lonely so,
with but this page to answer me
and now I wish I could
drain out my blood into this ink
all my pain into these words
purge, cry, purge and finish!
I am not!
Broke up.
Bewildered.
I know not what I feel.
Searching for something more,
some point resistance in the brain,
some cornered object that I could turn,
over and over,
to make,
to mold.
Yet I find nothing!