here alone
i sit here alone and wonder
are they having fun?
are they having the time of their lives,
enjoying the fact that
i'm not there?
i sit here alone and cry
trying to keep my sanity,
trying to keep myself from doing what
i know i will regret
should it happen.
i sit here alone and try
to convince myself it's okay,
to convince myself they didn't think
i'd hurt
as much as i do now.
i sit here alone and seethe
in the anger that i feel,
in the loneliness that consumes my
heart, my soul,
my being.
i sit here alone and wish
that i had someone here right now,
that i had someone near to tell me
that everything
will be alright.
i sit here alone and write
about the pain i'm going through,
about the things these people put me through
as if i dont feel,
as if i don't hurt.
Saturday, Apr. 19, 2003 - 8:39 pm