ALONE.

A Poem by linalove

pain, low life people is all im surrounded by.
They all seem to want something from me.
Things i cant offer. So what am i supposed to
do? Put myself in an awkward situation?
I struggle, not knowing what to do or how to do it.
All day and most of the nights its like i'm in a crowded
room, but i still feel so alone. Every time i think everything
is getting better, it just becomes worse. It just turns out the
complete opposite. Crying? NO..because if i did it wouldnt make
things any different nor better. There are the days i think about it.
I am alone. my life, perfect is the meaning of it. but thats the thing.
my life isnt perfect, thats just how perfect it can be..even when its not
at all. At least I have the graditude to know i have one person
i love, trust and have..
myself. <|3