I'm not sure where I am,
or why I am here.
I am stuck, unable to move.
It's near time to pick up
all my broken pieces,
But should I really?
Will there ever come a day,
Of which I am not forever plagued
By my own self-doubt?
Is it just me, or is there anyone else that feels this way?
I'm over the fantasies,
I'm over the fakes.
My confidence left me
On my own, long ago
My thoughts have been clouded,
Since I don't know when.
Losing those closest to you kills,
And that's the God honest truth.
It seems that no one in this world,
Dares to share this sentiment,
This truth.
They say life is a game,
But I assure you it's not.
I accept my fate and death,
But I pray that at least one
Of my humble dreams,
Will come true.
