Wasted.
Hopes and dreams alike.
Both drenched in everlasting doubt.
I'll never make it.
I can't go on.
I have no faith.
The inability to stand.
My body is feathered.
The wind has swept me
Underneath the brush
Where I can hide from the world
Hide from the pain
That I can never seem to escape.
One day I won't have to be here.
One day,
I won't have to just deal with it.
One day,
It will just be dealt.
And I'll be no where to be seen.
Like the air that surrounds us,
You'll feel my presence,
You'll know I'm there.
But for once
I'll remain untouched.
Unharmed.
And you'll never see my dreary face again.
