No one

Not having someone day by day
I want to go to bed
And there is no one who loves me
As I look at my love-line
I try not to bother
I try I try

Tonight I stand on my own
Sat in the corner every night
Every night.

She said it will be fine in the end.

Not even
Faint glances of interest
I'm the poorest of a child
As throw
My thoughts in to a fire
The swirling of small noisy tantrums

She said it will be fine in the end.

I know a palm reader
She said she doesn't know what it means
When there is a scar
She said she will look it up
When she gets home
She never told me, no.

She said it will be fine, in the end.