I walk alone on a road, a road that is my life. Sometimes I stick my thumb out to see if anyone will pick me up on this road that is my life. But no one stops on this road, cause no one cares. I walk alone each day and night with no one by my side. There are so many people that hurt me on this road, but there is just no place to hide. This road os far and wide, though I know death is at its end. I wonder what it will be like. Dark and scary? Happy and bright? I just hope it is not as lonely as this road that is my life.