Alone.

Alone,
a word we fear.
Cry,
when no one is near.
Trying to find who we are,
we loose what we need.
Though the journey may be far.
the blade makes us bleed.
For help we cry,
most wish to die.
When the light shines no more,
they curl up on the floor.
Wishing,
Waiting,
in the darkness,
heart cold as stone.
But, really.
We're still, Alone.