This one is dedicated to Page, who gave me the inspiration for this poem.

Nothing to Gain

And I try to figure it out
But nothing comes to me
A sea of blood washes over me
Burning my skin
I still don't know what to do
Realizing there's nothing left for me
I let myself drift away
Drift away, because
Nothing to Gain

I have no options left again
I can't find peace, I fear I never will
And when I try to stand back up
I get nothing but jeers again
I look around, and realize, that I'm
Not where I was before,
That I'm, nowhere again
And I go nowhere, because
Nothing to Gain

I put on my daily façade, but then
I just end up getting hurt again
I deal with the fact that it will never be
Nothing ever makes sense anymore
But I fear
That it all will someday
And then it'll all fall apart
I'm never going to get anywhere
All because I have
Nothing to Gain