Feeling

I hate being alone,

With my life slowly disappearing,

Like an ice cream cone.

I hate the feeling,

Of no one being there,

All I ask,

Is for someone to care.

And for someone to say,

"I'll be there"

If that is so hard,

I don’t know how much more I can bare.

What is the point

To live in pain,

There is nothing more to gain.

I don’t want to be a quitter,

But what other choice do I have?

I don’t want to be alone.

Yeah, I have friends,

But they are so far away,

Even the brightest sunshine

Won’t brighten my day.

But I’ll be okay.