Lonely - a poem

All by my lonesome, I lay down at night.
All by my lonesome, I lack the power to fight.

All by my lonesome, I stare at a rose,
I watch it wither, decompose.

I wish I could,
take this rose's place,
to finally enjoy,
death's soothing embrace.

All by my lonesome, I stare at the city.
All by my lonesome, I feel great pity.
I feel the cold wind caress my skin,
is this the end, do I finally win ?

All by my lonesome, I gaze into the night.
All by my lonesome, I finally take flight.

All by my lonesome, I fall down.
All by my lonesome, I hit the ground.

All by my lonesome, I give out my breath.
All by my lonesome, I embrace death.
And on my skin, I feel the cold rain.
Away the blood and the pain.

All by it's lonesome, my body lies.
Nobody cares, nobody cries ...