So melancholy, yet too numb to cry.
So lonely and scared, I thought I would die.
Plus, friends are in love, it's sickening, the drama.
Add schoolwork on top, thrice the trauma.
Affection, attention. Please! Any will do!
My future looked bright, but why don't I see You...
With work as my frenemy, life, dry as a bone.
Life feels so heavy, like bearing it on my own.
Not black nor white, or pale shades of grey.
I've drifted in nether, all fading away.
Giving Satan no foothold, pausing only wonder...
What is it in me, that deems me asunder?
(As you can tell, it's omitting my slumber.)
Music, art and laughter once treasured,
now lackluster privy, given low measure.
My life is uncommon, as is the spell.
I only want out of my personal hell.
I'm not giving up, I know I want better.
It's all that I need, aside from this fetter.
I know not what I desire, my brain is that irked.
Will clearance make way, after I've worked?
God, I still trust you, no matter the matter.
Come hell or high water, hurt,