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How does it feel to be alone?

In the corner and from your perspective

The darkest and safest place

To remain hidden so that pain

Does not leave its trace

On the ground from where you stand

In solitary confinement

Embrace the shackles that hold you



How does it feel to know you're no good?

To constantly fall short of victory

Only to have your hopes rise

And crushed by the gods that created

Your mind, body, and soul

You're nothing, nobody

A zombie amongst the living

Disguising the ugliness beneath your skin

Living with the despair of defeat



How does it feel when they speak those words?

You're good enough to be a friend, but lack as a lover

You're good enough to be there, but too far to be close

You're good enough to give everything, and get nothing

You're good enough to be a door mat, yet nobody sweeps you away

You're good enough to be funny, but too serious to be balanced

You're good enough to take a ride in the car, but bedroom doors remain shut

You're good enough for support, but your structure is weak

You're good enough to have around, but not worthy of love



How does it feel when hope abandons you?

Watching the light die in your eyes

Sends shivers down all the spines

Of those that surround you

Only one choice remains...

Freedom in the skies

Foolish boy, just end it now

I'll be there to hold your hand

On your way down