{"sf1_id":669207,"sf2_id":"Xnrg4lN1","title":"Alone","author":"techfistWolfguy","words":377,"posted_at":"2014-02-18T01:05:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Love","Poetry","Rhyme","Suicide","loss"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/669207-alone","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnrg4lN1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=669207\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#13 of Poetry\n\nEmotional practice piece for a character who's lonely and deals with depression. This is just practice and in no way reflective of my own condition/mood. Feedback is appreciated, as always.","content":"Am I alone?\n\nThe only one who had never known\n\nOf the gift that was given to all but my own\n\nA strange comfort;\n\nThe boon of knowing\n\nThat everything was to stay\n\nAnd that nothing was going\n\nTo be secure in your thoughts and ideas\n\nThat there was nothing to worry about\n\nNothing to fear\n\nBut why must such a thing escape only me?\n\nWandering around like I'm a lost puppy\n\nLooking for an answer that sits inside my own head\n\nAfraid to see the truth to which I want to be so desperately led\n\nAm I supposed to feel the way I do?\n\nTo crave a company of two?\n\nOnly he and I spending our days together\n\nBound to one another like birds of a feather\n\nBut where oh where can I find him?\n\nThe one who sees me for me?\n\nWhere could he be?\n\nHidden away like an eternal mystery\n\nThough as futile as it may be\n\nI can't stop looking for him\n\nSeeking out the warmth of his touch\n\nAnd the comfort of his company\n\nRegardless of the time I may spend on this road\n\nI simply want to find the one I can call my own\n\nThe one who will hold me close and tell me\n\nThat I'm no longer alone\n\nDespite all of what I might face\n\nI want to keep fighting to win this race\n\nTo find the one who opens my eyes and shows me my worth\n\nTo let me know that I truly belong on this earth\n\nBut how can I find the strength to move ahead?\n\nEach and every day I wake as though I was dead\n\nHours dragging on like days\n\nMaking all that I do disappear in a haze\n\nThe cloud of melancholy hanging above my head\n\nSapping me of emotion until I feel nothing\n\nAnd only want death\n\nHow can I keep looking for that which I'll never find\n\nWhen all of what I see leaves me emotionally blind?\n\nHow can I search for something that doesn't exist\n\nWhen the weight of this loss gently touches the lips that he kissed?\n\nHow am I to find that which I so desperately desire\n\nWhen I lock myself away and never dare say that I love?\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/667352-thing.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/694475-lost-silhouettes.json"}}