Long Gone

The world and its philosophies,
Slowly destroys and decays.
The old and sought out ways,
That people used to follow and see.

I've fallen into its depths,
And am now slowly dying,
Trying to climb up life's steps,
Or am I just denying.

Denying how I feel,
This feeling of being wrong.
That inside me slowly kills,
At my life and soul for so long.

I've found no correct path,
In this life so far.
It's a really big task,
That I wish to discard.

It's far too late though,
For I am long gone,
And the truth I know.
Is what I have become is wrong.

I've become what you:
Wanted me to be,
And if I had knew,
I only needed this as a partial need.

I would have followed.
My own and different way,
Instead of being hollow,
And listening to what you had to say.

But I am long gone,
As I fade away.
From being all wrong,
Of which I was always afraid.