All Alone

I can’t hold on, for much longer. If I want to survive, I’ll have to be stronger. I don’t think I’ll make it, all by myself. I need someone with me, someone else. I do not need money, a house, or land. Just someone to talk to, someone like a friend. I have plenty of space, and feel plenty free. But this loneliness, is killing me. I know I wished, to be all alone. But I am going crazy, in this empty home. I cry out now, for something better. I do not want, to be alone forever. Every now and then I hear a voice, and shout with glee. But then reality hits me, and I lay down in misery. The silence here, is causing me pain. Someone please help me, I’m going insane. If only there were people here, some human form of life. I would not be by myself, I could end my strife. I am so cold, so cold and lonely. The loneliness here, is killing me slowly. I say to myself, “Someone will find me.” Just the thought of that lie, cheers me up slightly. After a while, the thought goes away. Over and over, night turns to day. My body can’t take it, my heart my core. It’s just not worth it, anymore. As the knife slides in, I make a slight groan. The worst way to die, is dying all alone.