I keep feeling,
So utterly alone,
Is there a sin,
For which I must atone,
My heart feels like,
It's turning to foam,
Sad then angry,
Can't I feel anything else,
In this emotional menagerie,
This endless whirlwind of shit,
This bullshit we call life,
It's so full of stupid strife,
This silence I keep receiving,
I keep trying unbelieving,
That they are all capable,
Of such forsakening,
All this frustration,
Feels hopeless like,
Pointless to try,
Things just fly by,
It's all just a blur,
I keep thinking of her,
Her silence deafening,
My heart is deadening,
All these tricks getting tiring,
I just want to really live,
To feel that life flowing in me again,
A love to stay through thick and thin,
To show me the way to live again,
Or is all pointless,
Should I care less,
Won't a woman's love show me,
To come back from the dead?
