What Kills the Heart

Sad is me. Sad is my life. Both my nights and days are as cold as ice because there is no one to bring back the warmth of love. But despite my sadness should there not be some gladness? If this is what you think then you think wrong. For all my happiness is gone. It went with the wind. Time will tell if I ever see it again. But why am I sad within? Where do I began? When loneliness set in like a cloud of deep sorrow it hung over me. I tried to run from it but it kept following me. If only there was someone out there for me to love, then perhaps I could be free. But it's not up to me to find love. Its up to love to find me. So find me quickly please. Or else I shall fall upon a stranger's knee and all will see my shame, and I will be the one to blame. My name will be worthless just like dirt and all who hear it will be hurt. That is why I am sad. That is why I am not glad. Sadness is a hurtful thing but loneliness can kill the heart, soul and brain.