As I walk down the lonely road, I heave a great sigh and realize.
I'm alone.
Yeah, I have a mother and a brother, but they don't understand.
I want, I need someone close to me.
Someone to hold me and be there to listen to me.
Someone who cares for me and loves me for who I am.
But I've had 17 years and have yet, found no one.
People might say to be patient, that my day will come.
Well! What if I'm tired of waiting!? What then?
I'm forced to wait. I fear being alone forever.
Walking through life knowing I'm alone and will be until I die.
I walk down the lonely road and blackness begins to envelop me.
I start to hyperventilate, believing that this must be true. Fear takes over.
I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the pain to end.
I'm waiting....then.....a glimmer of light, of hope.
I open my eyes, resolved to keep my head high until the day I meet the one for me.
