Thinking old
I feel like my body is dieing and my inner soul
Inwardly is crying.
I reach out in dispair just for comfort but no one
Is there.
I try to convince myself that I am alright
But I'm in denial and my chest is tight.
Tight with loneliness tight with being alone and
Alive I have to beat this I can't as I have tried.
Longing for company just for a chat who am I
Kidding there is no chance of that.
I might go outside its raining and cold I'm not
Being unsocial it's because I am old.
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