Insanity Poem by Connor Brown

I sit here,
Knowing not what to write,

So, I suppose I will write
What I feel
As so many before have.
I feel in my mind
Like crying
But not as pity for myself or
Anyone other
Just knowing how alone
We all are
Wether or not we have someone to love
We never stop being alone
And having someone Just makes you
Miss them when they pass
Or leave you
So what's the point of it?
Be lonely for your life
Or have someone love
And be turned down in the end
And be even lonelier
This poem does not have rhyme.
Nor Meter.
And I don't care.