Alone

Alone: a solution to all emptiness,

an answer to my solitude.

I feel not regret nor sorrow,

I chose to feel this way.

I hold on to much to people.

I cling to every moment.

Within my heart is an anchor,

in which I hold it back.

I feel alone because I choose to be,

I choose to feel afraid.

To cry with no shoulder to lean on,

to break without a soul around.

Should I fear my isolation?

I join it hand-in-hand.

Why I fear it now I cannot say.

But I'm scared to not find love.

What is love to me?

Why must I care so much?

These feelings disarray

and my head feels rough

I much rather forget these trepidacious feelings

and in solitude, I go.

To live my life so alone,

to live a life in woe.