I'm so lost and all alone
Don't feel sorry for me
Don't dare throw me a bone
It is as it was meant to be
I was never meant to have someone
Who would be there for me
When I'm way down deep in the pit
Filled with pain and despair
When my life has gone to schitte
I'm left alone to stand my ground
To feel the burn of self despite
To weep bitter tears without a sound
I once had friends who really cared
To whom I could bare all my pain
Often to whom my heart I bared
Now I have phantoms on a screen
In many a year they simply are
Closest thing to friends I have seen
Some are proven, tried and true
They send you hugs and hearts
And say they're there for you
My life I'd give for one and all
I tell them all I am there
All they need do is reach out and call
But words on a screen is all they are
Farther from me then the strangers
I sit next to in the local bar
How sad is it that my best friends
Are all phantoms in the ethernet
That world spanning knows no ends
How can I this worthless be
Am I the scum of the earth
Is this all there is of me
Nay 'tisn't true, worthless I am not
For I have the best friends in the world
Even though they are all I have got
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear, we are lucky to have these ethernet friends, I keep thinking of so many others who are really lone even without those. We ourselves are only words on screen, by great luck maybe could touch a soul a day, or so I hope.