With all of these facts that go past
How is it that I feel so alone?
I always thought that feelings like this weren't meant to last,
But that was back before I was grown.
I can feel their touch on my skin,
But where it should feel warm I can only feel the cold.
It is a cruel reminder of who I had once been,
Yet that soul has long since been sold.
Their voices ring into the night
Calling and telling me the way home.
How could it be that they were right,
And I was never mean to roam?
With all these faces that I blur past,
How could it be that I feel like I'm the only one?
How could I be the only one with eyes downcast?
I come to the total of none,
And I suppose that is no surprise.
I have never felt so alone than I do right now,
And I pray that you see me anyhow.
YOU ARE READING
Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
