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The feelings of a loner within a group of friends
Can you imagine it? Alone, nothing, only me, emptiness, silence, only my voice, the world is empty.
I am alone, the path I walk takes me where? Soulless, I feel empty on the inside.
People surround me, yet I still feel alone.
Cold, longing for another to understand,
Can anyone understand?
Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone see me?
Will I just fade into nothing?
Will the world forget?
Will everyone forget?
Will anyone really care?
I am just one… will I be missed?
I doubt it…
Only one thing to do, follow the road before me,
Pray for a swift end; hope that the otherworld is better than this.
When one has no hope, can one feel fear?
Do I fear it?
Is the end something to fear to or be embraced as the inevitable?
So many questions, but no answers…
Can anyone really understand?
Is it possible?
Will I see tomorrow?
Will I remember today?
What of yesterday?
What will the future hold?
Will the past decide that?
What to do I in the present?
The feelings of a loner within a group of friends
By Jaka Webb