I sit home and cry tonight
Not really sure why
I know this is loneliness
But what brought it by
Can't call anyone on the phone
Don't know any numbers anyways
So I'll just sit here all alone
Maybe tomorrow I'll be OK
The pain never waivers
The sickness never subsides
I'm begging God for a favor
It's not like I haven't tried
What if I'm meant to be alone
But then who would I save
I wish my heart was made of stone
I'm just loneliness' slave
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