I live in a world of pain,
I live in a world of hurt.
I feel I’m going insane
I feel as useless as dirt.
I have a real longing,
to not be alone,
to actually be invited,
not a collection of moans and groans.
to no longer having that feeling when they say no
and your heart sinks oh so low.
that disappointed look on there face
that says you’re messed up, such a disgrace
I am so depressed,
because of the respect I never had,
why can’t they just listen?
I am so lonely and sad.
what I’m describing is a thing called pain
suffering, loneliness, and regret
something very few have truly met
an endless hole, slippery and wet.
Hope is in drought,
so I may start to doubt,
but then I was reminded those few small words
“You can fall so hard, you can’t ever get up on your own,
but who ever said you had to do this alone?”