Lonely Poem by Lacie Wasserman

It feels dark and cold in this room that I’m in.
All alone, by myself, no one there to keep me company, to hold, to keep me warm at night.
All I want is some one to love, some one to love me.
Right now im in my little room staring into the darkness, thinking, and listening.
I’m thinking no one loves me no one ever will.
Sooner or later ill be sitting here and be thinking again and again it’ll never stop until I die of misery.
There in the dark I lay. Hurt on the outside, inside, every were.
No one to hold no one to love. All alone in my little thoughts.
All I hear is my breathing. It has a pattern, heavy, rhythmic, tone, and then nothing. I grow faint from hunger.
No one cares for me. No one loves me.
I try and try my best but nothings worth it. They push me down.
In my dark lonely place I lay curled on the floor cold and bruised from being kicked down here. Kicked away from others, from civilization.
I work my hardest, I serve, clean, cut, pamper and all I get is kicked down even though it’s perfect. Cruelty is all I get in return.
When Im not working they put me back in my little cage.
I cry and when they say “shut up you little rat.” what did do to deserve such misery? I was just trying to cry away the pain.
Im lonely, all alone in this cold dark place. I just hope im free soon and die in peace with no trigger pushed or lashes sprung upon my back. Just in my sleep. I lay down and close my eyes.
Then im gone, I see light. Then golden gates, and I seem to be floating free from that cold dark and lonely place.
I feel heat around me and then a voice. I wake up from my wonderful dream. I open my eyes and yet im still in my dark and cold place.
Im suddenly cold and I know that its going to be a long time till I get out of here. God was sending me a vision of what’s soon to come.
But until then, I wait. Then I go back to listening.
All I hear is my breathing.
It has a pattern, heavy, rhythmic, tone, and then nothing.