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Alone
once again,
I'm left alone
another loved,
is another lost
Why bother to love,
When the object loved,
Will only dissapear?
What is the point
of being abandoned,
time and time again?
Why not just face facts,
I'm meant to be alone.
Unloved and unlovable.
No friends to ease this pain.
No end to the torment.
Will it all never end?
Is there really more?
More to love than pain,
and more to life than love?
no one is every truly alone until they give in to the belief that they are. there are plenty of people in the world who would be happy bein your friend, and there is always someone out there who loves you, even though they might be a thousand miles away maybe someday their life will lead them your way.
Sara very deep and I can sympathise to this because i have been there too and the same thing i forgott you may have when you wrote this, you were there for me always and so will i, you are loved you are a sight for sore eyes and a person that i would not mind to be around because of the strenth of my love for you, never alone you will be i am always here with a sholder to cry on a mind to pick at and loving arms to nestle in much love my girl in the orange shirt