I sit here alone, No one was there, Alone as a kid in a orphanage. Alone as a teen no one to love, only hate, no friends, just no one. Alone as an adult, no kids or husband to love, just no one. One day I just gave up, gave up on life, no more stress, remorse, or sleepless nights. At the age of 32, I now sleep on a hill down by a river. Dead, happy, and loving life….now. I never though being dead would be so great. I sleep alone, in an unmarked grave, no one to remember me. Just like in real life.
