I am doomed to wander the earth,
a shy soul afraid to connect with others, afraid to love, afraid to touch. I believe that no one cares, but I am so clueless.
I am doomed to be alone forever, a lonely soul afraid of people, for they hurt, they kill. They make you so dead inside. I believe that this is all true, but I am so clueless.
I am doomed to feel sad for all eternity, a hurt soul who takes away her pain with the razor and sighs as the warm red blood runs down her arm. I believe this works, but I am so clueless.
I am doomed to be unloved and cold, a silent quiet soul, who is afraid to talk, afraid to be rejected. I believe that the break downs never stop, but I am so clueless.
Some day when everything is gone, and I am still doomed to wander restlessly I will wonder why I didn't love myself, didn't love others while I was still here. I pray that I can change, because I know that when the past is written, it cannot be changed.
