Sorry 💔

I walk alone in this prominent crowded place, and sorrow and sadness are etched on my face. The years and the tears that I can not displace, I try to gain ground, but I am relinquishing this race.

I stand alone on a lost, crowded street, surrounded by strangers and friends I don’t keep. As some try to help lift me back to my feet, I turn and run so they can’t see me weep.

So now I’m alone in the depths of my head,

With madness, anger, hatred and dread. I scratch and bite, and I pull out my hair, I’m filled with self-pity; I’m lost in despair.

There is no one around now, Its all up to me, I have pushed them away, so I have to break free. I can rise above this I can win the fight, but where is that hunger that leads to the light.

For now, there is darkness; there is fear; for now, there is anguish, but freedom is near. Studies don’t lie, and statistics have shown that I’m one of many; I am NOT alone.