�BEING ALONE�
I stand alone, 
Waiting for someone to come, 
My only fear, 
Is to be alone. 

I don't care who it is, 
My best friend, 
Or my enemy, 
I hope someone is out there. 

The mood sets in, 
The mood is depressing, 
The mood is painful, 
The mood is hurting. 

This mood i am feeling, 
Which cannot be good, 
No point on living alone, 
When I can die alone. 

I slowly dig a hole, 
Which I will lay, 
Wanting to die, 
May not be a bad thing. 

I pull out the poison and lay it aside, 
Write a note saying: There is no point, for I am lonely, 
I lay down, in my newly dug grave. 

I drink the poison, 
As a killing pain kicks in, 
Slowly I hear, 
The faint sounds of the one I love. 

Realizing what i have done, 
I should've waiting a little longer, 
She reaches the grave, and what i do see, 
Is the one I love, 
The one to set me free.