I Cry

I cry.

Longing for something that I cannot have.

I feel pain.

Knowing that I cannot have it, I long for it still.

I long for happiness.

For someone to take me in their arms and comfort me.

But for me there can be no comfort, only emptyness.

For me there can be no hope, only sadness.

I am trapped in a world that disavows all knowledge of my existence.

My soul seeks to escape from this hell, but alas, there is no escape.

I long to find my soul-mate.

Someone with whom I can share my passions, as well as my problems.

Someone who can relieve me of this suffocating depression.

I search for a person who can see my tears, and know why I cry.

I stand amidst a group of people, and yet I am still alone.

I grow weary of this life, of waking up to an empty room.

With no one to feel my sorrow and comfort me.

I cry.