Everyone wants to feel needed,
To feel like we have a purpose to be here on this earth.
Cause without a purpose, what's your reason to live?
Without feeling needed, what stops you from being six feet under the dirt?
I've been struggling with feeling needed,
I've been feeling like nobody wants me around,
People say they miss me,
But refuse to contact me until I'm inches away from the ground.
Honestly to say what I'm feeling is hard,
I've always felt this way, so it's just normal to me,
So I don't really know where to start.
All I can say is that feels like my purpose for being here has run dry,
Every time I try to talk to someone I feel as I am being pushed to the side,
So recently I've lost all effort to try.
I see this every day, and it makes me cry,
But every time I try to wipe the tears away, more fall to wash away their lies.
Then sad music plays, and that tune fills my mind.
Honestly, it's the only thing that makes me feel connected inside.
Sometimes I question why I'm still around.
I already feel dead inside.
Even dead,
I still suffer as if I'm alive.
And the worst part is,
When I look at myself in the mirror,
I can't even tell who I am now.
