Can I stand up for myself if I can't stand to be alone? Some say everything's alright; how could they be so wrong? When I feel unknown to all is it all in my head? Well maybe time will tell but will it be silence instead? All my thoughts are loneliness when I think of those together. My fear is giving up hope; could now be forever? The seed of my discontent is a fruitless winter storm. The gift of love gathers dust as my paper waits to be torn. So much feeling without touch, am I numb to the world? So first sight is not what it seems, well I'm invisible to the girls. Then I try to reach out, not knowing where to begin. Strange eyes hover over me; I'm a known stranger among men. Still I stand under the tears and the rain can't understand; my being falls to its knees and prays to someone who can: "God, I need Your help; I can't live life alone." God smiles and says, "I AM yours and yours alone."
Reason for writing:
It is a composite of how I feel about this life, written during one of my many moments of depression.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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