Poem - Lonesome

All by myself

with no one around

my worst fears became

my reality.....

Who to depend on,

Who to be with?

Who will listen,

Who to listen to.

I'm not ready to grow up

to be by myself,

to not hear a sound

Not today

Not Now...

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well when you think of it how the adult does everything and all... and well when you grow up you have to start taking things seriously and a lot of responsibilities. Soon or later you can't depend on your family to help ya anymore and have to take things into your own hands. and so you get that lonely feeling. Also when like... you know how everyone dies... well when they die you will be by yourself and things get complicated. It's just Im not ready for that