Born not knowing of my future,
My early days of childhood,
Are but blurred images,
Not many things I can remember,
Why must I be cursed,
With this memory loss?
For many years I've felt alone,
Wishing for something not there,
Something that would change my heart,
That something is called love.
The only thing that I want,
Is to have someone there for me,
When I need them the most,
Someone to love and care for me back.
My hearts open now,
Will someone accept my love?
Am I wasting my time?
Why do I even ask these questions?
The pain I can barely contain.
All alone and no one to call my own,
Silently sitting in the darkness,
Shunned by others,
Barely any happiness remains within my being.
Grief and guilt fill these empty voids,
To love another helps me to go on,
Having people behind me gives me hope,
That someday I will met that special someone,
The one that will seal my fate.
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