Never would I have thought
Or dreamt that right now,
Being alone could hurt so much.
Oblivion is what I fear, but when you're
Destroyed and friendless, when
You are alone, bad thoughts come.
Cause abandonnement hurts
And kills more than weapons.
Recognising the truth is hard
Eyes open, in this poem you'll see it
Somewhere among those pathetic words, vertically.
