Every man for himself
We stand alone
It's a game of survival
Survival of the fittest
In this dog-eat-dog world

The people you think you know
The ones whom you really trust
That eating feeling

A feeling tugging
At the base of your blouse

Are they really your friends?

Define it.
Define the term friends.

Because the line between
friends and strangers
is so fuzzy

Clearly defined? No.
Definitely not.

I wonder
Who will really be there for me
When the skies grow gloomy and
Dark clouds overshadow

Will those people we once trust
Stay by us
Forever?

This feeling of doubt
Paranoia

It's consuming me

And I can't do anything about it

I'm falling into a spiral
Of loneliness and depression

Because I can't find the strength
In me
To save myself

I can't