Lonely Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

A girl sits

alone

staring at her lunch.

She wonders why she is alone
as the other children talk and laugh.
Nobody understands her, nobody cares.

She is not some kind of freak or loser,
just a human being
who needs love, friendship, and affection
like everybody else.

So why is she alone?
Why doesn't anyone care?
Why can't she have friends?

She stares at her wrists.

Maybe she shouldn't have any friends anyways
if they don't want to be her friends
then why should she make the effort?

Everyone else seems to be in a different world.
Why are they so happy?
What is so good about this world anyways;
this world filled with evil,
cruelty and suffering?

Nobody knows the truth.
This girl all alone,
wears a smiling face,
she laughs and pretends to be happy.

But underneath that mask
is sadness and depression
and loneliness.

Filled with an emptiness
a void that needs to be filled.
Yet there must be a hole in her,
nothing but sadness can remain.

She stares at the butter knife
with its gleaming blade,
the fork with its prongs.

Outside the sun is shining,
the sky is blue,
the birds are singing.
But inside the sky is gray,
the rain is falling,
all is dead.

Trapped in a perpetual winter
with no way out.
No hope,
no escape from this misery.

She used to be happy,
like the rest.
A frolicking little girl
without a care in the world.

But that person is dead.
Buried.
All that is left is this shell
empty
yet filled with hurt.

She is afraid to love,
no, she cannot love -
she has been hurt too many times.

She used to think that things would get better
but that was long ago.
Now she knows.
There is no hope.




The girl stares at her lunch.

She is alone.