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.