Am I Alone

This cold, dark thing is my heart,
You can't make it nice, like art.
There is only one thing I know for sure,
So far my life has been a pure torture.
I think my heart has turned to stone,
Maybe that will explain why I'm alone.
Something I know that's become real,
Is I have lost all ability to feel.
Will my eyes ever get a peek,
At the life where I'm not the freak.
For some reason people don't get the hint,
all you see is Superman not Clark Kent.
So if on my side is where you stand,
Then i will always lend you a hand.
But if I'm alone cause I'm me,
I'll be alone till buried at sea.