Alone

I could feel them pass by and go,
Leaving me behind on my own.

It seems like everything is my fault,
‘Coz I’m the one suffering here.

Sitting on my chair, all by myself,
I stare out at the open door.

Everyone has a clique,
Somewhere where they belong,
Somewhere where they’re not alone.

It saddens me like hell,
As if I’m carrying the whole world,
Our gigantic, heavy earth,
On my weak, frail shoulders.

It’s like all the despair,
Together with sadness and pain,
Had come to overcome me,

Everything about me,
Everything that surrounds me,




When I’m alone.