Running Out Of Time

I've never felt so alone,
I've ran out of places to go,
everyone I loved left me behind to die,
and now that's what I'm doing,
one day at a time.

The isolation is what's killing me most,
it sends a cold shiver down my spine,
much like on a cold winter night,
is it to much to ask for my warmth back again?
Or am I going to be cold forever,
will the torture ever truly end?

Because lately all I've been thinking about is giving up,
giving into the devil as his voice fills my mind.
I've felt worthless for so long,
and the pain inside me has been building,
while slowly eating me away.
Would anyone miss me if I were suddenly gone,
or would life go on the same?

It's not normal to feel this unhappy,
I just wish I could feel content,
I just wish I could find someone who could help me find my place,
find someone who could teach me how to love my face,
find someone who can help me feel alive again,
but most of all I want to find somebody who can bring the fire back into me,
and help me burn on until the end.