a lonely feeling

It is unbelievable how humans yearn for other humans. I am no different. In my desperate attempts to find love, I realized true connections are an ideal. No one truly cares about others. Themselves only want what the other brings them. Thus having nothing to give but my endless pit of love, I end alone. Crushed by my lingering hopes to find a friend. I will never be the friend you turn to nor the fleeting lover. I am not the one. I have no one. I will only watch quietly and die.