I spend my days alone
Not a friend around
I would not mind a friend or two
But there are none to be found
Loneliness is my playmate
We play through the night
Loneliness turns to anger
Raging like a bonfire
Burning a hole in my gut
Burning me up from the inside out
Lighting the fuse that will explode
The bomb of rage that my fist can deliver
Anger turns to confusion
All thoughts of logic leave my head
Leaving only emptiness of being alone
Knowing only no one cares for me
Knowing that no one will ever care for me
Confusion turns to depression
Sorrow darker and colder then the deepest cave
Sadness as heavy as a mountain
Depression of which the only way out
Is death by my own hands (Or)
The love of another