Ignored by friends.
Hated by family.
What more could make me want to cry.
Lost in lies.
Feared by hopes.
I don’t know why I even try, I am a hopless soul.
Dreams are gone days have faded.
Preps don’t know what its like to be hated.
My soul has died, I no longer live.
Theres nothing left for me to give.
My dreams are gone, this world hates me.
I might as well be dead to the world or at least my friends and family.
