Disclaimer: I don't own anything..
Bitter
Standing alone,
Trapped inside our own heads,
Trying to deal with the hardships of life.
It's enough to drive anyone insane.
If I asked you what loneliness was,
What would you say?
That it's when a person's only companion is themselves?
Or when your crowded by people to busy agreeing with you to listen to what
your saying?
Well, I'd say both.
I experience both a little too often.
They just don't understand!
They've never felt what I feel,
Never been grasped by depression,
Suffocating in its strong grip,
Struggling to escape, crying, begging,
But having pleads fall to deaf ears,
Or maybe not deaf ears,
More like uncaring minds.
Yes that's more like it.
After all, I haven't got anyone left who cares.
He made sure of that.