I am lonely ,
Why, I don’t even know.
It’s killing, hurting, stabbing me;
I can’t change, even if I want to.
Why is that, I wonder.
I want to change desperately.
I want to tell someone, but no one hears;
time won’t listen. That’s life.
Opening up isn’t the problem
carrying the emptiness is.
Who will change me?
Only I can. That’s the irony.
Change takes time, becomes routine;
but who cares once you’re alone?
Everyone moves on, everything is new
new faces, new hardships.
Maybe I’ll give up sometimes,
and settle into myself once more.
Atlas can I carry this?
The question remains unanswered.
I need to find the answer and fix it.
