Is not having someone to hug.
Its never having a real home.
Its knowing no one will hear you cry for help.
Its watching your mind turn on you.
Its being unable to make eye contact.
Its seeing only the worst in people.
Its like slowly dying.
Its questioning whats real.
Its constantly fighting with yourself and losing.
Its forever being too early or too late.
Its what you feel when no one loves you.

I fell by the side.
Far past where the dark cuts the light.
Weighed down by my resentment.
And persuaded by my anger.
"Its not too late" i hear them say.
So i try to find my way
But sadly, light rarely shines this far way.

Test tube babies rule the ground floor.
With ignorant cunning and dull teeth,
Competing for a mound of copper

And abundant are the overmedicated blank stares of the overly neglected heathens,and the rise of the mentored kiss *** who with blind ambition chip away at the world.
Ill sit back and wait for my burning at the stake