It feels like I'm in a dark room. Alone again. Why does it feel like this? Am I so unlovable, that I cannot feel the warmth of those who wander by? Has even cruel fate just brush me aside, as if I'm no good. Please, someone! Anyone, please would some just acknowledge who I am. Fore without those of acknowledgement, then what am I more than just a lonely vessel with a heart, a stick-stoned body with a soul, and most unthinkable a person with no voice. No action or movement comes forth from my body. Why may I live if this is my life?
Am I being given mercy for the gift of life.
Or is someone mocking me, giving me shallow existence?
Have I not been cheated of good fortune one too many times. "Darkness, please let in some light!" My voice cracks. My knees quiver as they give out on me. I cover my ears thinking the earth shattering screech of my heart breaking with deafen me.
A hand touches my shoulder. It's not so dark anymore. "We have to keep running."
Gun fires in the distance.
Then.
Hope.