The storm

Lonely and tired,
I am on my own.
Sad and retired,
But I wont moan.

Sick and dejected,
And out of sorts.
Suprisingly rejected,
Twisted in knots.

Though in the corner,
I saw delight.
Yet for a loner,
It was not bright.

Feeling neglected,
Mentally drained.
Feeling neglected,
My heart You've sprained.

Gave up on me,
I know you did.
But myself i'll be,
Its mine to keep.

So few who understand,
So few who hear.
But many will be,
To me so dear.


How many really knows my heart? Or understand how iI feel? I do know of Two. Collin you know who.

Come, people whom i long to love.