Do you really Know the feeling of being alone.
The feeling for you which is unknown.
The sensation of want and endless need,
on your sorrow which it feeds.
No one there to say goodnight, to tuck you in, turn out the light.
A soundless cry in which you plead,
just cut your wrist and let it bleed.
Your needs and wants, a mystery to others
No company from sisters and brothers.
You sit in a corner and stay at home,
Because in the end your all alone.