Always Alone

Who am I going to lose,

if in my worst moments,

I was always alone?

When silence sat beside me,

and the echoes of my cries

faded before they reached a soul—

who was there to call my name?

I have watched storms rage,

felt the weight of emptiness,

clawed through nights

that never promised dawn.

No hands reached out,

no voices softened the dark.

Only shadows stayed,

whispering truths I wished to unhear.

So tell me,

when I rise from this ruin,

when I stand unshaken,

who is there to mourn my distance?

Who is there to lose,

when I was never held?