Lost.

What happened to those days we adored?

The ones we woke up for.

Your existence becomes what you abhor. 

Digging so deep, but there's nothing to explore.

No one to love. No, no one to care for.

You find yourself in a state of war.

Not with their world, but with yours.

Soon enough, you'll lay on that cold floor.

Soon enough, you'll start drowning in your own misery.

All those tears made your eyes sore.

And before you know it, you've become friends with loneliness.

You can see it, staring right back at you. 

"You're a waste, just a little whore!"

You can't do this anymore.

Words like these, you just have to ignore.

"It gets better" Yeah, you've heard that one before.

You nod your head, swallowing denial once more.

You know you have to move on. 

So you wait, for that open door.

You lose count of time, two years ago are now four.