Sad, Pathetic Truth

A random poem I concocted whilst enjoying some nice literature and a drink~

Feeling fuzzy,

My mind is frayed.

A tangled mess of a psychic thread

That seems to have no end.

I reach out and grasp for a hand that's not there,

No surprise, I haven't a friend.

My soul is incomplete,

Shattered and splintered.

I've left pieces of it left and right,

Chasing the dark when I should've seen the light.

I feel so empty.

I feel so shamed.

All I ever wanted was a place for me,

A place where I belonged,

where I fit in.

I'm out of place where ever I go,

Will there ever be a place for me? No.

My eyes are heavy,

So tired of this carousel we call a life.

My life is on repeat,

The same instances on loop,

I'm forever to live this,

It's a sad, pathetic truth.