Little Tidbit : Sorry for such a late update. But here it is

Born

I was born alone.

Yes, I had parents but they were almost never there.

Yes, there were other families but we were different, untouchable almost.

Yes, I had sporadic visiting relatives but sickness can limit your fun and view on life,

I grew up alone

Yes, with the occasional family member rambling on about nonsense

Or those with forced smiles inching their way in to my life only to use me and abuse me.

Without the comfort and the joy of a normal child

Without love and the affection and the naivety we have as children,

Without the doe eyes wide to a glossy beautiful world.

Maybe I did for a time, a miniscule amount of time…

I Cried,

I cried alone.

Sitting on the sill of the window on those rainy days, tears would fall down my face

The pane of glass from that very window was cold just like the people and events in my life

But strangely that was the most comfort I could get as I cried myself horse.

Under my covers, I would cry myself into a dreamless night

Wishing for death to take me as the sun kissed the morning sky.

I was always alone,

I am alone.

Through thick,

Through thin

No one there for me, not even my self

Am I even here any more ?

It feels as if I am a phantom, a shell of a being.

Who would support something that should be rotting in a grave?

I will die alone

And not one person would shed a tear

Well, maybe two or three

But they shall move one before those tears die and the death bell rung

Alone, I shall shut my eyes and my heart shall not beat

I will be alone as I always have been in my internal misery.