Alone, all alone....

Am i needed in this world,
I am afraid, i have to say no.
No one loves me,
in search of a compassionate soul where should i go.
Days move on, seasons change and years pass by,
sitting lonely in a dark corner, i face hardships of life
      "alone, all alone."

"Why you made me so unlucky god?"
In a sepulchral tone, i complain.
Love, as important as water and air  for survival,
why you made my life devoid of it, cold and plain.
'Love is life', they say, tell me, you have to.
What is this that i am living,
      "alone, all alone."

Will ever i be able to feel the warmth of love,
i wonder looking at sky, as if pleading.
I hear no answer, nothing at all,
not even a ray of hope, to keep my heart from bleeding.
I realize, though in a hard way,
the fact, the ultimate truth,
as i was born, i will die,
    "alone, all alone."