People walk by me.

Some of them stare at me, their eyes mocking me.

What do they want from me? I lay a curse on those who laugh.

They will die. Slowly.

They never stop and chat, they never get close.

These Stepford people ignore me like so many others have.

I am nothing to them. I am nothing to

Anyone.

It is raining.

It rains both in the world around me and inside my heart.

The clouds weigh heavy on me, but they never let up,

Not for a moment.

A simple spell would end the rain pouring down on me.

One simple spell.

But nothing heals my heart.

And so it rains.

The rain is in a funnel, pouring quickly into my soul,

Chilling my body from the inside.

I shiver and hug myself, but no good.

My heart is cold.

The rain falls hard and fast, soaking me.

I am cold and I am alone and I am wet.

My only help is this old coat I wear, its hood helping keep the rain

Away.

I sit under this tree and stare into the world,

Looking into its corners and finding treasures I will never have.

Seeing joys I will never feel. Hearing laughter I will never make.

The world is cruel.

Why am I so very alone?

What god have I offended to be punished like this?

What crime have I done to be hated and ignored by everyone I

Ever loved?

All I want is to be held, to feel the touch of a loved one's fingers,

Their skin on my skin, their breath on my neck.

But no one comes to help me. No one ever comes.

I wait and I am alone.

Someone, anyone-

Hold me

Be with me

Love me