Grievous: AloneThere is no life for me anymore.As I stand, I'm standing alone.No one to help me.No one who cares.Death is around me. It understands me.My pain.My suffering.My desires.Every time I come home, I walk down the long hallways, and think:Why me?Why me?Why me?I scream at the top of my barely working lungs, hoping for an answer.Nothing, just the sound of cold, dead, silence.I sit in denial, waiting for some sort of comfort to wap around me. But I know I don't deserve it.If I were able to walk down a street, I would ask the citizens passing by:Would you help me?Do you care about me?Do you love me?--------------