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Question

So few know and of those few none can help,

The ones who might or could

don't know,

won't help,

don't care,

don't exist,

as far as reality is concerned

but that's the gist of irony, isn't it?

So I'll rot my soul,

my heart,

my mind,

my teeth,

every aspect of my being

to see if someone might step forth

from the obscuring shadows

to save me,

from myself

from the world

from this pain

But the nagging suspicion

(won't fade

won't leave

won't go)

that no one ever will

that I'll always be alone.

unwanted

unloved

uncared for

unknown

never missed by even one

alone without love

Loveless.

Answer 1

Title it "Loveless" and I'd say you've got a pretty good, intense poem here. If you are on here for emotional support, however, I suggest getting offline and going out to make a friend who will miss you when you are not there.