• Alone

    Why am I alone?
    Why am I to die?
    These are the questions,
    That just make me cry.

    It’s the feeling of loneliness,
    The feeling of fate.
    Something that hurts,
    Something I hate!!

    All I ever wanted,
    Was to be loved by one,
    Was just a dream,
    But now,
    I’m alone. . .