Everyday I’m dressed for a funeral
to whom, I do not know
stepping out of the comfort of my home
to be met with abandonment and loneliness
Everyday is the same no change in anyway
the noise that crowds me, drags me down
to here what they all have to say is not my purpose
rather than to listen then forget I ignore with all my might
for some give me such a fright
In class alone I sit
oh so my feelings flick
for they cannot see the truth behind for it is so quick
they never notice my feelings present
or the signs I leave behind for they are all to caught up
on who said this or who said that, what they’ll do or what they have done
its not enough to notice the scribbles on my already dark page
the constant drawings of death in the margins of the page
the felling of insanity creeping in to make me feel crazy
Is it that I’m lost?
I have searched for to long for happiness
Yet every time I grasp it it slips away
Don’t I deserve a chance?
I guess not as ill always walk alone