Restless at night with unsolved problems in mind,
I turn about with doubts filling my head to know.
What is the point? I am continuing to hopelessly find,
Nothing there, with empty spaces lost deep in my soul.
I try to reach out, but sadly break down inside,
With no courage to shout for savior, I am nonexistent.
Smiling to not let others know my lasting lie,
And simply hoping they don’t notice I feel so distant.
Sitting at my corner in my world unknown to all,
I can’t help but wonder if anyone could save me.
Imagining myself running far, so no one sees my fall,
Into the nothing I am lost in; Is this how it is destined to be?
Am I going to be alone forever, without a soul?
Am I suicidal for wanting to end my misery?
Am I depressed for having isolation play in it’s roll?
Am I going to be confused over this for eternity?
