I live in a house

But there is really no reason to.

I live all alone

But I am a child,

No older than nine.

No one wants me.

No one cares about me.

If I die,

Will anyone even notice?

I live in a house

of shambles.

My only friend

is the bird who flies through the broken window.

When I think about it

That window is like me.

Broken.

Abandoned

With nobody to help

To make me fine again.

I will forever be alone.

Or maybe...

There will be someone

Who cares.

They will be the person

who takes me under their wing

and flies me into a better world.

No one is ever alone forever.

But...

There may be that slim possibility

That I will be that person

Who is never found,

Who is never loved.

The one person

Who will die,

Too early,

Too young,

All alone,

Forever.