Alone
There is an empty feeling inside of me, as hollow as can be. The feeling, I fear, of being alone in this world. Where can I go for peace? Who can I turn to for love? For there is nowhere I can go. No one I can turn to. I do not want to live in this world, if I am to be alone, for the fear of myself and no one else, is too great for my soul to bear. I pray that I rather die than live in this world, alone. Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 10:09 AM PST 0 • 1
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"There is an empty feeling inside of me, ..."