My Lonely Cry
 

I feel so incomplete.
I seem to have lost control.
I hate to admit defeat.
Can`t you see my soul?
Loneliness?
`Tis a place of isolation.
I want to be saved.
Am I too far gone?
I fear I may be late.
I feel my energy abate;
I feel as though I begin to rot.
Does someone feel in the same lot?
I try to hide what feels like shame.
To whom shall I be laid claim?
My life, it seems, has gone cold.
Is there no one with whom to grow old?
My only option is to try and function.
I cannot hide anymore.
Who of you is there to care for me?