Alone.
My whole life is desolate.
From my youth have I been alone.
I grow weary of this lonely existence.
I long to go home.
There is no freedom in my life.
Only these masks keep me sane.
But behind the mask there is nothing.
I do not exist.
My whole life I’ve been alone.
Even when surrounded by people who “care”.
I am alone and tired and afraid.
I don’t want to walk alone anymore.
There is nothing left for me in this world.
Only the cold sting of a heart destroyed by countless hands.
Though it is destroyed my hands work on it.
I still hope, that I will not always be alone.
By: Jeron Barclay.
My whole life is desolate.
From my youth have I been alone.
I grow weary of this lonely existence.
I long to go home.
There is no freedom in my life.
Only these masks keep me sane.
But behind the mask there is nothing.
I do not exist.
My whole life I’ve been alone.
Even when surrounded by people who “care”.
I am alone and tired and afraid.
I don’t want to walk alone anymore.
There is nothing left for me in this world.
Only the cold sting of a heart destroyed by countless hands.
Though it is destroyed my hands work on it.
I still hope, that I will not always be alone.
By: Jeron Barclay.
Copyright Jeron Barclay 2007
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