There’s no one left.
Only me.
All alone.
This can’t be.
My friends,
They left me.
By myself.
You call this free?
No one to trust,
No one to turn to.
Nothing to say.
Nothing to do.
I can survive.
I am strong.
No, I’m not-
I won’t last long.
How will I live?
I don’t know.
I’m begging you-
Please don’t go.
You didn’t hear.
My plea echoes on.
Will you ever listen?
Too late- you’re gone.
Note: Averill and Michael, if you read this, please don't be offended. It was not written like that. Michael, I hope you don't move :( I still have no clue what I'm going to do without Averill. I'm so confused already. :cry:
