Is there love left in this world?

With every sunrise,
my mind is starting to realize,
there is no love
left in this world.

Looking through my
bedroom window,
thinking about all those
people who believe in
love, and wondering,
what is love?

Is there such thing,
a thing called love.
I asked myself 
that question so
many times.

Everywhere I look,
people are expressing
strange,
unfamiliar feelings.

I don't know what
they are. 

Is there love,
did love ever exist,
my answer is
''I honestly don't know.''

Many people tried
to convince me
into believeing
that love exists,
and asked about
my opinion as well.
And my answer was,
once again
''I honestly don't know''

But, how can you
prove to me
that love exists,
when I don't believe in it.

My heart,
my soul,
is all alone,
and it always has been.

I never thought
I would end up alone,
alone without anyone,
and watch people pass by me,
wondering, what am
I staring at.

In the battlefields,
so much blood,
so much hate,
there is no room
for love, but
only hate.

Because you are
reading my poem,
you are wondering too,

Is there love,
left in this world.