Mocked by my peers and abandoned by God,
I wish this life of mine wouldn’t be that bad;
I feel like everything is not mine to take,
As if the world is against me, as if my life is at stake
At every moment of truth that I face in my time;
And every melody in my moments aren’t in rhyme
And as if the sky crashes down on me, I feel so ill;
They, the hunters and I am their kill.
Castigated by society and thrown into the devil’s den,
Bruised and scarred I’ll forever be, these wounds deepen.
Lying with wide eyes and yet I am not fully awake.
Lost, I want to be found, and yet no one comes for my sake.
This is my addiction, my own haven- my depression,
My suffering is probably others’ obsession.
I feel so distant from others though they’re just inches away
My life has never been peaceful, it is always a fray.
Damn these heart of mine, I feel no regrets
I am that underling that everyone forgets.
No one gets me, even the heavens reject my body.
I just needed to be needed by anyone, somebody.
When shall I find salvation in this forsaken land?
When shall someone hold me by the hand?
I am weary of everything before me
And this is my life inspired story.
No need to be hesitant and ask why I feel this way
For nobody notices me along the way.
I am morose and no one will aid me in my despair.
Lift me up from my fallen self and my life to spare.
Cast me away from my darkness, lead me to my light.
Release me from my demons, the cause of my blight.
