Cry From The Lonely, Anguish of The Lost

As they lay me down to rest,
Theres not a heartbeat in my chest,
I am laying deep down in the dirt,
Where nothing can reach me, no more Hurt,
Not a moan, nor single teardrop is shed,
I am not missed, Not in my home,
The cruel, jeering cackle of my “Father”,
Condescending from his morbid thoughts,
But his only regret is that it didn’t happen sooner,
As time goes by, my tombstone breaks,
Through years of neglect, through years of hate,
But the thing is, I am not gone,
I am not dead, but only alone,
No one to talk to,no one to love,
The only feeling directed towards me is anger and hate,
The only feeling felt by me, is
Pain, anger, sadness and loss,
And Fear,
Fear of all the time to come,
Of being alone,
Sadness,
Sadness of all the pain, That I forego,
All I want is a friend,
To tell my hopes to,
A father,
To give my love to,
A woman,
To give my life to,
And a dream,
Of which I can Pursue,
But that’s not to happen, when you're all alone,
With no one to listen, No place like home,
No friends, No
Family, No love, Nor hope, or life,
When the life you live is barren,
But full of anger, fear, and spite
So all this moaning, crying, and grief I have wrought upon you,
All of it that seems to have no relief,
Has all been spoken in vain,
When all this has no hope to change.