Sitting alone,
feeling down and sad,
moping in silence,
this world is just bad.
confused and unknown,
struggling to remain,
trying to be normal,
in a world gone insane.
I’ve hit a dead end,
I’m dizzy and spinning,
can’t figure out who I am,
this battle not winning.
in a violent whirlpool,
I’m fighting this wave,
but I think I’m exhausting,
crawling into my grave.
forever and ever,
I want to retire,
to sit back and “chill”,
I want to expire.