What I write here will be dark and cold,
my loneliness so extreme, I can’t explain.
All I really wanted was some one to hold,
yet I lay here alone, my heart feeling only pain.
I wish for once it would go my way,
something to work just as it was planned.
What have I done so wrong, what cost need I pay,
it eludes me, why has fate dealt me this hand.
In a world of six billion, I’m by myself,
I’m literally dying from a broken heart.
A moment of despair, I immerse, a book from a shelf,
trying to escape this intense pain in written art.
It doesn’t help, as I write my tears stain the page,
the more time I spend alone the more I cry.
I really am a fool to think that life gets easier with age,
it’s getting to the point where I don’t know why I try.
So very sad,
so very alone,
I just want to die.
