All Alone - Poem by Alex Rorek
I wish I wasn't so...so...sad.
I cry myself to sleep.
Sometimes I wake up with a cramp.
Sometimes I feel like i want to wake up dead.
I can't sleep at night.
No one likes me.
Not even a hello.
They just think I am a brick wall in the ally.
I can't feel love.
Not even a affection.
If i could feel love I would use it as food for me, or food for my lonely, empty heart.
But, how can this work if I want to be left alone...
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