"The Wrong Type of Lonely"

I fell upon the wrong type of lonely
And everything I do makes me lonelier
I run to the approval of others
To get away from my own disfavor
I attach myself to people who don't care
About me or the world around them
How can a soul be so unlucky?
Why am I so alone?
The days pass without reaction
The wind blows unmoved
I asked God to change my season
Yet still it remains
The earth gave birth to me
But it doesn't want to nourish me
It doesn't want to claim me
It pretends as if I am not alive
The absence of true stability is a very clingy thought
And leaves me to conclude
That happiness and I equal true loneliness.