Who I've Become

Look at who I've become,
I'm not proud of it,
I am angry,
I am remorseful,

Why do I try anymore,
Living is inevitable,
And my heads too heavy,
I can't lift it off the ground,

My solitude is increasingly comforting,
I can't trust anyone,
I've been fucked over,
So many times,

I felt the pain,
In my chest,
Pulsating, papultating,
Eminating from my soul,

My body has rejected me,
I felt the sting of scorn,
The pain of emptiness,
The hurt of being so alone for so long,

I turned my back on the world,
And I was pierced,
With a invisible blade,
The pain transfered from heartless souls,

I have been sucked dry,
For all the hope and faith I had,
I was tossed aside,
With this empty shell of a body,

Walks seem longer and aimless,
Eyes are dim and dark,
I have nothing to show for all these years,
My patheticism has shown through my cloak of smiles,

I could never change,
The person the world molded me into,
Though grusomely repulsive,
Is what I must wear,

I am hollow,
All that I once was,
Has been deserted,
And left to die in the shadows,

I welcome death,
Like a long lost friend,
To rid this pain I've felt far too long,
I can't live like this,

I've collapsed under the weight,
I'm done with this world and the way it functions,
I am mediocre at best,
I can't and couldn't ever fit in,
Goodbye to the loveless masses.