Staring at my empty room,
Kills my hope,
Nothing but lonely doom,
It’s impossible to cope.
Sitting on my bed,
Seeing the empty chairs,
Nothing being said,
Is there anyone that cares.
I’ve got Nothing to come home too,
I’ve got No-one to phone,
When there is No-one to help you,
I feel so alone.
Thanks For Reading
Matthew
Good poem! I've felt that way too sometimes. I wish you all the best!
Ya couldn't agree more @kenny-crane, sometime being lonely could kill us slowly. But we have to survive.
This poem is spoke up my mind.
Thanks @steemblogs for writing this.
Thank You for the comment
Matthew :)