No one.

As I stare, the wind screams, the tree's sway, the swings screech.
All is silent, there is no one around.
No laughter,
No sorrow,
No displeasure.
Only the wind carrying the screams of those without hope.
No hope for love,
No hope for the future,
No hope for living.
Only the tree's telling in their sway's about those who have fallen.
No sound,
No Happiness,
No life.
Only the screeching swings that show the loneliness in people's hearts.
No friends,
No family,
No one in the entire world.

Except Me.