We don't usually realize it,
But at the end of the day
We are all alone in this world.
We might have someone,
Or many people that at some point
Care about us or make us care about them,
But still at the end of the day
We are all alone in this world.
I'm my friend,
I'm my family,
I'm my hope
And the only tragedy.
We are like lost,
Transparent souls
Looking for someone,
Anyone to lean on,
To belong to and to care for.
But even if we find them,
They are never ours-
We are just borrowing them.