I sit alone
in my corner
cold to the bone
my own mourner
the people file by
like fish in a stream
they don’t hear me cry
they only hear the scream
they only care
when its too late
only dispare
when I’ve past the date
for I’m always alone
soaking in past cries
they said they would atone
boy oh boy did they lie
they say its impossible
that I had so many friends
what they mean is improbable
that they focused on their own ends
they were forever blind
ignoring my pain
they never saw my mind
now cleansed with continuous rain