Feeling lonely but still talking
The feeling of depression is still stalking
I am continually walking
To an unknown place I don't care
Why the hell am I the only one there
My heart broken in pieces
Why are people so deceive
These are things that I truly hate
Makes me sit and wonder is this really my fate
Nothing ever seems proportionate
How am I suppose to contemplate
When really there is no one that can relate
I'm the only one with no date
A date of " the real world "
A look into my own life
A world in itself and no one else
My life, my battles, my conflicts
Constantly building commotion
Why can't I get rid of this notion
