I walk through the world alone,
no one to lean on,
no one to love.
All I see around me
is this ever-existing loneliness,
this pain that is never cured,
never understood.
I feel as if I am locked away,
in a cage where no one can find me,
where no one wants to it seems. . .
I have lived all my life with no love,
no one to be there
when I needed a shoulder to cry on.
Some days are easier to get through that others,
I can ignore that pain within me and live normally.
Other days I barely make it through,
existing only on my own.
Tears fall from my eyes
as yet another night passes.
I am still here in this place,
still so lonely that it eats my insides out.
Most days I don’t eat,
for it is the least of anything I worry about.
The three words that haunt me
make their way to my lips
to be spoken with an emptiness in my heart,
“Where are you?”
It echoes out where no one hears
once again I am still searching for him,
for that one,
alone. . .