All alone in the world. No one to rely on, no one to lean on, no one beside me, no one behind me to lend support. All that is in the past. I’m all alone with nobody in the world. It’s an irreparable shattered vase. It’s a jigsaw puzzle with so many missing pieces. A distorted crystal ball. I can’t make out the future or my own reflection. It doesn’t show me the way. Being alone is a severe heartache. A cruel existence. No one deserves to live it. If there was a choice of me or you, I’d gladly live it to show how much I would suffer for you. Your forgotten friend.
Jesse Manzo
Jesse Manzo is a Mexican American writer incarcerated in California.
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