Dying Alone

My Broken Heart

I've given up on love
because love turned its back on me.


So many lovers disappeared
in the blink of an eye.


Brick by brick,
my walls get taller and wider.


They envelop me like a bubble
but as strong as concrete.


There are only so many heartbreaks
one person can endure.


The reality sinks in;
the future seems bleak.


There is no hope for
my happily ever after.


There is no use dreaming
of my someone special.


He doesn't exist;
he's an illusion.


I have no one to grow old with;
I will die alone.

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