Alone

I stand here all alone.
No comfort from anyone,
But ridicule from all.
All alone, I feel so small.

What reason for living
When no one is giving
Any help to stand again
When I need a very good friend.

I am stealing, stealing
To satisfy this empty feeling
In my heart which is reeling
Back and forth and reeling.

Wavering between life and death,
Between taking my final breath;
Or spending the rest of my years
Without anyone to share my tears.

One day someone will come.
And I will no longer be alone.
Someone will be here to comfort me
In my times of trouble and of need.