Alone (an original poem)

Staring at my empty room,
Kills my hope,
Nothing but lonely doom,
It’s impossible to cope.

Sitting on my bed,
Seeing the empty chairs,
Nothing being said,
Is there anyone that cares.

I’ve got Nothing to come home too,
I’ve got No-one to phone,
When there is No-one to help you,
I feel so alone.

Thanks For Reading
Matthew