My Song

There's no one out there that really cares. I hold it together by a thread. Listen to everyone else's burdens. I am a very deep person. I am music, and music is me. This music is the only thing that understands me. My struggles no one understands. An empath who picks up everyone else's vibes. Without them, knowing I know what is truly going on inside of them. I feel their pain, I feel their joy. Going down this path called life. I have struggled from the day I came into this world. Almost died at birth, a sign for the rest of my life that I would struggle. I wear my heart on my sleeve. So much love to give, and no one to give it to. Or am I really giving love? I'm there for others and listen to their complaints., their struggles and their pain. I cry, mostly on the inside, so no one sees. I hide my pain behind my smile. Sometimes the tears can't help but fall and then the pain shows. Only do I let the tears fall when I'm alone. All I ever wanted. Was someone to love me for me. A partner for life that understands me. Does he really exist? At the age of 60 I don't think so. I have had people claim they loved me, but it was fake. I hate fake people. Even as I sit here and write this, the tears rolling down my face. Became a truck driver to get away from the people. Does it even matter? No one really cares. The friends that I thought I had, really never were. When all they did was use me and then leave. Money? Who cares about money. I don't! I don't care about diamonds or furs or luxuries. All I care about is making my living and paying my bills. I guess I was born for loneliness, and to forever be alone. My heart aches in unbelief. I sit and watch the people. Some I can read them and know what their life is about. Others I look at and wonder. I look at nature and think how great is our God. But why hasn't HE brought me my partner? I still keep the faith though. Where do I go from here? This is my song.