Writers Corner: Love Me

I’m all alone.

In this big world filled with billions of people I am all alone.

Even when people are with me, even when they are right next to me talking I’m all alone.

Who wants to love me?

Who wants to love me?

I need love, I crave for it. I reach out and want to grasp onto something to someone.

Please someone anyone.

Why won’t anyone love me?

What is wrong with me? Why am I the rotten apple that no one wants? Why am I the dried conker that no one wants to choose?

I can’t breathe. I open and close my mouth but nothing happens.

Carbon dioxide leaves and oxygen enters my body. But it isn’t keeping me alive.

I’m already dead.

I died a long time ago.

The unwanted one. I’m the discarded takeaway box. Used and no longer needed.

What is wrong with me?

Tears paint my face like drying acid.

I sit in dark rooms and play sad songs and ponder on why no one wants to be around me, why no one cares.

I’m all alone.

In this big world filled with billions of people I am all alone…

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