Only I don't hate myself.
The pain...despair...anguish...regret.
It's too much.
I find myself sitting alone...
always alone.
The coldness of the world
makes me feel vulnerable...lonely.
I feel strange...alien...out of place.
My most trusted abandoned me
for the snakes that are my enemies.
There's no one to make me feel
loved...adored...alive.
Knowing I'm not alone on this Earth...
cold...despaired...torrid.
To repair my tattered heart...
torn...used...abused.
A savior to save me from not just
the frigid jeers of my peers...
but myself.
Until then...I wait...
wait to wake up and live again.
Like a stone...I sit...
and wait.