Alone, all alone nobody can make it in this world alone. The lonliness is spreading like cancer, eating away at my soul. I am dying in the inside and my heart is in dispair. God just let me go free from the hurt, the pain that seems to never die. My soul is like a dead rose that wilts at the end of the day. My life is each petal that falls and gets swept away with the wind. Life seems to be drifting away Time is coming to an end and here I am, alone with my tears. With tears that never seem to stop and the undying pain in my heart. Left alone with my troubles and drounding in the deep ends of my sorrows. Alone, all alone nobody can make it in this world alone. What else is can I do but dround in my sorrows Cry till it hurts and wilt away like the rose Like the rose that stands alone. Alone, all alone nobody but nobody can make it in this world alone.
Reason for writing:
I have been going through some pretty hard times lately and alot of my poetry has been about being alone.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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