Lost

Loneliness feeds off of my mind, 

the daggers edge slips quickly into my back as I spend another night by myself.

I'm plagued to this life of isolation, 

I'm searching for a way out but there's no doors in this world.

Maybe one day I'll break these shackles that have grown ever so comfortable on my wrist, 

I hate myself for living with it, I won't stand for these chains, I won't stand for this pain.

I can't imagine being content with a life like this, 

every day's the same, nothing will ever change.

Nobody speaks to me, nobody gives me a glance, and my desperate attempts at communication leave me drowning in my room, suffocating on my self deprecating thoughts.

Just give me a chance I swear I'll make it worth your while, as much as I hate to admit it I know that I'm weak, 

I'm not asking for a life of dependence I'm just asking for you to care, because another day by myself and I'll tear it all apart.

Death seems lonely but life hasn't been my friend, maybe the darkness is just something I'll get used to.

I'll barter with a gun, take my life and It'll give me every bit of closure. I don't really want to kill myself but after a year spent cold I've lost my composure.