Something I have no title for.

Time after time
I'm left all alone.
I'll never be the same
or so I'm told.

Things just get so hard
to hard to control.
My friends tell me
to just go with the flow.

What do you do
when the flow leads no where?
It just leaves you
standing alone with no one near.

Time after time
I am told
to leave to sorrow being
and let my life unfold.

In the end
I just cant wait
to look and stand
and just wait for that day.

Hmm, good poem. Has immense potential. Might want to work of the flow of the rhythm. And spelling, dictionary.com is always your friend ! :)

Good poem. I'd love to see you try and work on it and edit it!! That would be nice :)