All By Myself Poem by Bridgette Pratt

I sit and listen as the world goes by. People laughing and talking, and I wonder why.
Why am i alone in a world so silent, why is it just me, why am i so lonely?
It's funny because I just knew my life would be different, I would have friends and things to do, so much that I'd have to repent.
Instead the only voice i hear often is my own or the tv, no phone calls, no picnics, I'm even alone at the movies. There must be something wrong with me.
No life, no love, no one to even call my own. I need to just get gone.
Go on to heaven where at least I can see the angels play, go on to Glory where i can be with the Father all day.