They're all moving on.
Better lives,
Better them.
I'm happy,
for them.
Yet I can't help,
but despair.
Who's gonna pull me out?
None but I.
But for the life of me,
I can't bring myself to.
Help,
for I'm sinking deeper.
Help,
for I can't help myself.
Help,
for this self-pity to end.
None that knows this misery,
for it'll be they who hurt.
Enough that I'm the only,
left in a destructive shell.
Time after time,
I thought I'm moving,
finally,
to a peaceful,
healthier life.
Time and again,
I fall back,
into this pit of darkness,
as though screaming,
yet unheard.
It hurts,
to know none bother,
Or notice.
I beg,
for the day of eternal release.