It’s depressing the fact that it isn’t that I think I’ll always be alone, but I know it for sure. I know someday I’ll have to come back in a lonely home and go to sleep alone. I know no one will be holding me while i cry, or to tell me they’ll protect me when I’m scared, or to say “I love you” and never get tired of saying it.
But i know for sure that it won’t happen, and that makes me wonder why am i here.
