Alone

Sometimes I talk to no one at all, There's no one to have fun with anymore, So, I have conversations with the wall, Only the wind comes knocking on my door. How can one be so alone, I have no one that I can send a letter, And no one to talk with on the phone, If I had, my life would be so much better. There is no one to share my feelings with, All I want is one good friend, These days a true friend seems like a myth, A person who will be there to the end. A friend that I could sit beside, Someone with a gentle hand to hold, A person with whom my secrets I'd confide, Someone who's warm when days are cold. I wish there were someone I could give my heart, Someone who will not tell me a lie, One special person that wouldn't tear it apart, A friend to be there when I cry. As I'm trying not to shed a tear, All I can do is sit alone at home, And so it goes on, year after year, And there's nothing to do but write this poem.