Alone

i lay here in this cold, empty bed
alone, surrounded by darkness
with nothing else but my deep sadness
left to comfort me.
the darkness became my only friend,
the only one that i could confide in
and tell of all my darkest fears of how
someday it would all end.
alone is how ill always be
with no one there to comfort me
from all the pain i hold inside
inflicted by the unseen demons of my soul...
alone from all the rest of humanity
is how my life will end
becuase how could any one ever love me
when i can’t do the same?

Written by Angela Ostrander ©1998