To be alone,
To never know how it feels to be known.
There is no movement.
No speech.
No sign of life,
That is except for when I look at myself.
Myself.
The only company I have,
The only thing that surrounds me,
The only living being around me.
This fate.
It is so cruel,
So tortuous.
I would not wish it upon thine unsuspecting,
Upon thine unknown.
For who can understand,
Those who are alone.
