Dreams of being chased
Sights of being in a race
Why, oh why, must I be like this
I just wanted to see someone I deeply miss
It hurts being always alone,
Amidst all the people and the noise
It hurts being alone,
Even when you're with trusty companions
It hurts being alone,
Knowing that there can be much more
It hurts just by being,
Able to breathe
It hurts,
Seeing myself like this
It, must stay
Just as it is
Just like what I saw in my dream
There's a knife at the corner
Place it to my pulse and see all of my blood stream
Besides, my life isn't even worth a cent or a quarter
Waking up feeling weird, panting and out of breath made me write a poem to release all of my troubles. I'm sorry if it's mess and I ruined your time and I'm sorry for everything wrong I've done overall.