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Walking these streets alone

Praying that I can find a safe place to roam

I am feeling a bitter, cold chill in the air

Chapping my skin that is left bare



Searching for a sign, anything to make the pain go away

But as i walk through the streets, the pain continues to stay

Cant I find any hope in the world, at least one little spark..?

Instead I find I am all alone again and lost in the dark..



I wander through the days,

just hoping I can find someone who is just like me,

someone who understands

Doesnt anyone get my pain,

can anyone see where I have been?



I continue pleading out for someone to take my hand

To let me know they are just like me

But no one ever does...

So I continue crying out...

Knowing that I am so very alone...



Surrounded by a crowd, I still feel so lonely

Because of my secret, and knowing that I am the only

No one there to share my grief...

The time people share with me is always so brief...



Did I say or do something wrong?

I know I am weak, although I try to stand strong

Why wont anyone ever give me a chance

Am I not even worth one passing glance..?



Are they disgusted by what they see

Am I that hideous?

I try to run far from myself as possible to hide from my horrible self

This heart is worthless ...and should be put back high up on the shelf...