Alone?

Alone...

Now I'm hundred procent sure to know that I am whole alone about to understanding feelings.
How much I open me, how much I try to creat a picture for whole feelings in the paper, I will still be alone who ever will know, feel and understand it, no one else but me...
To know, to be hurt alone and have no one else to talk to make it hurt hundred times more then that moment, that minutes you are hurted.
Its like start to go from soul to heart, from heart to brain, from brain to start to shake whole body I'm start to freeze like to be outside in a winter day. Try to cry it out but no tears comes out, its like tears have been frozen from that moment you started to get cold and shake over whole your body.
When you can cry, antoher piece of you disappeared.
Take up that piece and save it with all the rest of your piece in that box. Mayb one day, only maybe, you can put it togheter again to make it whole again.
But thats is only if you not fall down before all pieces disapped and get totaly broked. No soul, no heart, nothing left.
I pretend to smile even though it hurts so bad
This is me, Dark,Useless,Painful and Meaningless yes, I'm useless, I'm nothing.
I wish I could be something, I wish I was something...
I wish someone could be proud of me.. to have me, to know me, to see me as a rose that they should take take care of...
But, I understand that I can never be like a rose...
But, I'm nothing...