My Loneliness

From the outside looking in
That�s where I stay
Thinking to myself is this the end
Was I really that bad in the worst of ways?

My days are sick like the flu
Warm in temperature but chills to the skin
Saying to the mirror I have no one but you
With odds like that it gets hard to win

Space to my left
Space to my right
Need any help
No one�s in sight

Can�t figure out what I did to deserve this
This emptiness I have inside of me
I�m giving and giving but yet it seems
Beyond all my giving, God is not yet pleased
Or am I just giving to make up for all of my past things?