Alone In A Crowd

The psychotic rage of being looked down on and unable to rise above life's metaphorical waters, slowly drowning down to the emptiness.

surrownded by friends
there subconcious torment sees no end
they ask if im alright
and i try with all my might
to smile and say im fine
but my own voice is never mine
my soul yearns for more
is it worth fighting for
voices and faces blur
where i am i am no longer sure
i think iv been dragged gown to hell
i wish there was some one to tell
there is no way out
every glimmer of hope turned to doubt
they say im distant
they say im stuborn and resistant
they say they try to help
but they try to make me scream and yelp
the try to tame me
they tell me somethings wrong with me
but how can this be
only took one life...two...or maybe three