I've walked out on myself

My mind wonders, then I stop and stare down.
My arms are numb as I left my head, and look around.

I keep walking as though I am in a dark fog.
A fake smile on my face as I see through fake happiness smog.

My chest is full of pain, always in a cold sweat.
A life that started with love has now ended with regret.

Always wanting, but left with nothing no matter how hard I try.
Screeming in side my head "I'm done"! It should have been different, no tears left to cry.

I did everything right what do you want from me, then feeling a shame.
I know I'm not alone, I even feel other peoples pain.

I long for the night to close my eyes and drift away.
Just to awake and go through another painful day.

God gives you free will, is what I have been told.
Some people have it all, the rest our souls have been sold.

Every turn a reason why I'm not good enough for happiness.
In the group of souls forgotten, bound for loneliness.

I have a story, one you will never know for it has been left on the shelf.
Nothing special, no great ending...for I've walked out on my self.