This is not a poem.
I'm going to die alone, friendless, loveless and unmissable.
I'm alone in this black void of cold emptiness, secretly hoping for someone to stray in, knowing that no one ever will. There are windows to the bright universe outside of the void. Images of happy darling couples dancing around, be it animal or man, happy couples frolic in their paradise of love.
At least i can say, being here in my shell, alone and silent. No one can hurt me. The only hurt can come from the windows.