Pathetic Excuse.

There’s this stupid way in which I see myself.
A pathetic excuse, for what I do.
The torturous truth…For what I am.
I can’t deny it any longer,
These feelings are only growing stronger.
The hatred in the reflection of my eyes.
Consuming my will to fight for this life.
It’s not depression, or anything like that.
It’s not a suicide mission.
It’s just me feeling like crap.
When I’m all alone, and the world seems to slip me by.
There’s a great comfort in knowing,
I’m looking forward to die.
I ramble on, spilling things that sound absurd.
When in reality, I just wanted to be heard.
To be held in loving arms.
To know that I’d be just fine.
Protect from any harm.
And told it’ll all be okay in time.
Someone to hold my hand, and dry the tears.
Be the Knight in Shining Armor,
And fight away my fears.
It’s a lonely feeling, when I think I’m all alone.
When I feel isolated from the world,
With no where to go.
It’s a pathetic excuse, when I hold onto the past.
Clinging to ever moment, trying to make it last.
It’s my pathetic excuse, one that I mentally grasp onto.
All in my failure attempts to move on without you.

-Erik-

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