Cry and let it all out.
Know you are alone.
While maybe I’m not feeling it at this second,
I, too, at times feel lonely.
Some days I can take it.
Others I can more.
I question our existence.
I question “the master plan.”
I feel I will be alone in dark forever.
I’m envious of those that have it all
And wonder do they know they will bleed.
I have fears of love, and love for death.
I fear that once I have it, I may not be able to hold it.
I fear I will appreciate it.
I try to stay optimistic about life.
And for the most part I hate.
Yet, I still have to question the emo-tion of love.
It an illusion.
Is it true?
It is a pollutant.
Why does my heart arc?
Then I stop and think and realize I’m still alone.
There are others out there that feel the same.
The world is still big.
Maybe one day I won’t be alone.

Tags: Emo