Is It Real?

The world will never feel all the pain I 

feel. Whether love is real is something I'll 

never feel. Always alone with no one to call 

my own. Sure I know it sounds pathetic, but 

to some people they just don't get it. All 

alone is just something I just don't want to 

be. Thinking about all the relationships 

I've had in the past, makes me feel sort of 

sad. Because all along I knew it wouldn't 

last. But that still doesn't take away from 

all the pain I feel. But I guess I was meant 

to be alone. With no love to call my own.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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