No Name

As the days go by,it grows hotter all the time.
The nights are still and cold, just getting colder and old.
I sit on my stool, looking around for someone cool.
To my suspecting surprise, there is no one inside.
I sit there alone while staring at my phone.
Is there anyone who likes me? Or who cares to hold me?
I weep within, my front is my painful grin.
Oh some day you'll come, some day I'll hum.
I hate to say it, but I can't escape it.
I hate being alone.