Alone.

Be it the one left behind. The one with a secret. The one who's scared.
We are all alone.

Some of us claim they like it, some of us claim they don't care. But really, it's just human nature - we all hate it. Fear it. Avoid it. Whatever we say or think we believe, we're all looking for a hand to hold. For a pair of eyes laid upon us, for a look that says I'm here for you, I'm here with you. You're not alone. You can count on me.

One will seek a family. Someone to kiss him goodnight, to tell him about life and what the future holds. A hand held out for him to take.
One will want someone to listen. Someone to say it will never happen again, that the nightmare's far, far away. Someone to give her hope.
One will want someone to be held by. Arms in which to rush, a barrier against the world. Someone to say I understand. Someone who'll stay.

But all, yes, all will want to hear the same thing. It's going to be allright.
And how could you possibly be, when you're on your own?

Maybe one day, you'll look at the stars, and know. Or perhaps you'll just stare into a mirror, and not recognize the person looking helplessly back at you. Or look into the eyes of the one that sent you where you are.

But you'll know.

You might end up saying loneliness is cool, that it can be fun. You might be longing for it. You might hide behind it. But in the end...

We're all just waiting for 

the right persons to show up.

And you, too.