Dying Alone

Dying Alone. We all fear dying alone And decaying to the bone. So I sit at home on my own And let out a groan. Waiting slowly to get it over with And I just wish it was a myth. No one will ever know That it was my time to go. My body will waste away And my organs will turn grey. I will have just disappeared Which for some would just be weird. My home will sit and rot And turn into a weak spot I wanted a person to care And always be there. We all fear dying alone And decaying to the bone.