Alone
I'm all alone in this room,
Sitting here in my stone doom.
I'm all alone in this land.
I'm not part of God's plan.
No more, I can't.
Tears pour, I can.
They shut the door, turn their backs.
I'm on the floor when my mind attacks.
Can't even breathe,
Pain's running through me.
Blocking my lungs,
Killing me in little chunks.
I hardly ever pray,
But I sure prayed today.
I asked God to make it go away.
I asked him to cease the pain.
He must've been busy.
He must've not cared.
He must not have time for me.
He must not want me here.
It gets harder every time.
It gets harder to live my life.
It gets harder to get out the hole.
It gets harder to save my despicable soul.
Nothing's ever in the right place.
Never satisfied with my own face.
Happiness, I debate to chase.
Whenever I do, it leads me to a maze.
Have you ever been confused, abused by your own mind?
Have you ever been so sad that you want to take your life?
Have you ever felt as worthless as me?
Have you ever cried so many tears that you can't see?
So bored and lonely,
I'm tired. Someone hold me?
So bored and lonely,
I'm tired. Someone hold me?
So bored and angry,
I'm suicidal. Someone save me?
So bored and angry,
I'm suicidal. Someone save me?
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