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
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
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
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.
Be with me