Chosen Few

Some people were meant to love
Some were never meant to be loved
And I am one of those chosen few
To walk aimlessly upon this Earth
In search of love
Giving their heart to whom ever comes along
Only to have it ripped to shreds
And the gentle words pierce
But, sorrow, my heart is immortal
And it recovers, ready for the next blow
I can never stop it, never die
I am one of the chosen
Who must suffer before death
It is my destiny to die alone
Never feeling the warmth
Of a loving arm around me
Never knowing the love of the opposite sex
Never being loved
For I am one of the chosen few