Somehow, "what's wrong?"
Tends to turn into
"What's wrong with you?"
Somehow, the question, "are you okay?"
Requires the answer of "yes I'm fine"
Somehow, the expression, "I'm tired"
Spills the fact that you'd want to end your existence
Somehow, wanting affection
Turned into physical love
Somehow, isolation
Makes me feel whole
While social efforts
Make me feel desolate
Somehow, I have made it thus far
Wanting to capitulate myself completely
Somehow, I've reluctantly decayed
Into a sheer art form
That no artist is able to capture
