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Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández

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No one can see what weighs me down,

I’m asking for help, lift me up or I’ll drown.

This may be my final night,

I’ll breathe my last breath and conclude my life.

I’m alone and scared,

In the cold winter ice.

Begging for a hand

To save me from my strife.

If only you had shown your love for me,

Then maybe, just maybe,

It wouldn’t have ended like this.

 

I Sit Alone

Smiles you always see, but they are not real You think that I am happy, but I never am.

You all have friends, ones who are special, I know people, but they don’t know me,

they know the facade I sit and wonder, does anyone know?

Does anyone know how I feel inside

Can anyone see the pain I hide?

I sit alone,

I watch you with your friends and families.

And I wonder, what is it like?

You talk to me and I talk to you,

but none of it means anything.

We all go home, and once again I am alone.

Do you know that I am alone?

Do you think that I go home and am not alone?

Do you even care?

You all think that I am happy, no concerns in the world.

I wish this were true.

I have no one.

No one to talk to.

No one to sit and laugh with.

I sit alone.

Won’t anyone help me?

Won’t anyone come and break this loneliness?

Break the silence of my life?

I don’t know what to do, where to go.

I just don’t want to be alone.

No more.

 

Estara

My Prayer

Hello Most High its me again
I’ve been praying for years and I still don’t have a life, love and friends
Everytime people came into my life they tried to use me or abuse me
Most High Please tell me why
.
For my soul is crying
And my faith is getting weak
Trying to hold on to life
Help me please!!
.
Come hold my heart because there is no one in my life
Please tell me that everything is going to be alright
I’m hurting
And I’m so lonely
.
Could this just be a test?
A storm that will pass?
Or is this a lifetime of pain?
Why me?
.
My mother use to abuse me mentally and physically
Everytime I cried out “Please love me!”
She would just laugh at me
.
Brothers and sisters over the years joined in to hurt me
It made them smile when I cried or got angry
.
The last person I had left was my father
After a couple of months he showed his hate for me
I remember getting real angry saying ” You’re all I had left! I needed you! Why are you doing this to me!”
.
Most High you remember when I had to cut them out of my life 7 years ago
The demons they obviously enjoyed within themselves was slowly killing me
.
To this day I still cry so that I wont become angry and bitter
Trying to heal the deep scars that are deep within my mind and heart
But Most High I cannot heal without you
Please answer my prayers
.
You created me
I pray that you created me to help others in this cruel evil world
And to be free, to live, and be happy!
.
Forgive me for begging for that is my soul crying out to you
I love you with all my heart
All I have is you
.
Please don’t forsake me
.
Dalija

Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández