Even though surrounded by people
I stand alone.
Although willed on by others
I stand alone.
I have a place to come to, to eat and sleep
A true home.
But when home is always empty
I'm still alone.
What goes on behind my walls
for I atone
them eventually, and gradually
I once again become alone.
My heart longs for another
because I'm alone.
I've counted my losses
from them I've grown
But my winnings are shortlived
and yet, I'm still alone.
I look for the beacon of light
I'm sure it once shone
but its bulb must have gone out.
For now, its gone.
I cry out for another to reach me
I'm scared of being alone.
Crouched over in my little corner
seperated from the world
secluded in my own little self
and yet no one comes to visit,
and for this. I become alone.
Sorry for repeating myself
but I hear it echoing throughout my mind.
Its something I can't escape,
unless,
I own up to responsibility,
and refuse to be alone.
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