Alone.

I curled up in my mother's womb for 9 months, alone.

I used to be scared of the dark during my childhood, alone.

I taught myself how to make friends and failed,

So I remained alone.

I taught myself, as a kid, how to wear socks, alone.

I taught myself how to knot the lace, alone.

I walked from and to school, alone.

I grew up, I learnt, I fell, I hurt and got hurt, alone.

I failed, tried, failed again then succeeded, alone.

I read myself to sleep,

I cried myself to sleep,

Alone.

I have a lovely big family,

but I preferred to remain as I was brought,

To this busy cruel world,

                                                                         Alone.

I fought my demons and befriended my angels, alone.

I learnt how to make friends, the right way
I loved, hated, liked and disliked, alone.
I loved, hated, liked and disliked, alone.
Alone.

I committed my sins and did few good deeds, alone.

I prayed and leaned and pled for forgiveness, alone.

I knew my mistakes and accepted my flaws, alone

but I preferred to remain as I was brought,

to this busy cruel world,

                                                                         Alone.

I felt sad and happy and even more sad, alone

I could have shared everything with anyone,

but I preferred to remain as I was brought,

to this busy cruel world,

Because I know that one day, I will die.

And that I will be put down my grave, alone.

It will be dark and I will meet my creator, alone.

So why would I bother during my existence?

As long as my birth and death will involve no one,

but myself,

All alone.