Yeah, I think about things like this too. Your mind…just a world all in itself, your world, that no-one will really see, because no matter how you try to express it, others will only see interpretations. It’s the same for everyone.
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
Well, that’s what I got out of your poem anyway :)