~ Alone ~
by Sam Ruskin


Disclaimers: I would like to dedicate this poem, dark thought it may seem, to all those tonight who still feel this way. I am among the fortunate few. For me it is but a painful memory. Granted, it is a memory that never quite fades enough to suit me. Yet, with that memory comes the ability to see and perhaps ease the pain in others. Oddly enough, it is a trade I would have made voluntarily.

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Alone.
Most people think alone and lonely are the same thing.
They aren't.

Lonely is when you wish there were someone to talk to
And there is no one there.

Alone is when you know no one will ever be there.

I have been alone all my life.

The true state of being alone has little to do with the number of bodies around you.
Just as you can feel lonely in a crowded room,
You can be alone in a world filled with people.
I have been alone all my life.

Lonely is when you come home and find no one else there.
Alone is when you come home and know there will never be anyone there,
Not really there.

Lonely is when you wish there were someone to talk to
But there is not.
Alone is when you know, with all that you are,
That even if someone were there,
They would never understand.

No one could ever understand that there are days, many days,
When even breathing hurts.
Days when, as bad as the pain that is your life might be,
The pain is all you have left. It has become who you are.

And so, I am alone.
Not because I choose to be,
Or even because I want to be.
Rather, I am alone because,
At a time when who I am was still being formed,
Someone did things to me that scarred my very soul.
In so doing, they made me forever different, forever alone.

Not all scars are visible to the human eye.
Most people would simply choose to look aside anyway.
Guard your children well, my friend.
Hold them and love them with all your might.

All across the globe there are children..
Children of all ages, colors and creeds,
Who will be alone tonight.
Tonight and every night for the rest of thier lives.

I have always been alone.





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