The feeling of loneliness is unbearable, inside I feel empty.
Door without a key, a map without a compass.
The hope drains from my body as I make room for a hollow cadge off unhappiness intertwined with remorse and regret.
Confusion fills my mind as I decided my next step.
Where to go? How to start?
Depression hugs me as I grow to believe my realisation off my life.
Tears run from my eyes, this isn’t how it’s meant to be.
My dreams and now I’m left with.
My head hangs, as I grew tried of believing.
No path, no sense off direction, my heartaches.
I feel sick with greed, what happened to what I want?
My stomach holds on to my dreams.
There’s hope, there’s still hope.