Lost And Alone Poem by Patrick OBrien

I sit here, waiting,
Anticipting,
Will it be me this time have they finally come home?
A sudden and unfimilar feeling occurs,
A glimmer of hope,
But the people walk by.
I sit here, waiting,
Anticipating,
It will never be me,
I'll never escape this place,
It's as if they want me to feel tortured and dead inside,
I sit here waiting,
Planning,
I'll show them why they shoud have learned to love,
And appriciate me.
I'll show them.
I'll show them that the world will never be the same without me.
I get out of my chair and walk to the beach,
Alone, as it has always been.
I walk into the midnight blue sea,
Never to be seen again.