I Am Alone

One day I woke up and found myself facing a feeling,

A feeling that I have become all too familiar with.

I am alone.

The few friends that I had have moved on,

Either they have forgotten me,

Or they truly saw who I really was and ran.

I am alone.

I.

Am.

Alone.

I know.

I know this feeling.

I have grown used to it.

Being alone.

With only my own thoughts for company.

No laughter.

No companionship.

No pain.

And yet one day,

I will meet someone else.

We’ll be friends,

Or maybe something more.

I will keep my shield up,

Expecting the pain.

The pain of being left behind.

The pain of being forgotten.

The pain of being unloved.

And yet,

I will try to lower that shield.

Try to trust.

Because I hope.

I hope that one day I won’t be alone.