Do They Worry fo Me

People say that stress kills,
But love is murder,
Beyond the the valley and hills,
I always wonder.

Do they worry of me,
Do they even care of me,
And the answer is the same,
No...never were they even notice me.

I am lost and I am lonely,
I am eager for love and friendship,
When ever will this endless journey,
Ends with me in companionship.

Drowning in my nightmare,
Where all people stare,
Towards this girl with have such flare,
But in which all of them she scare.

All I ever wanted was a family,
Where in every ending of a scrip,
They are all living happily,
Until their soul are rip.