It's Friday night, the feeling is right,
And I've gotten myself in the mood.
To sit on the couch, and act like a grouch,
While deep inside I brood.

The cynicism in me is easy to see,
Because I never leave room for doubt.
I refuse to believe but instead I perceive.,
A life with a reason to pout.

Sitting in place, with despair on my face,
Unable to give myself a chance.
Because deep down inside, I'm inclined to hide,
For they never give a second glance.

So with words I'll play, I'll woefully say,
That this is not how to be.
Because if you spent the time to read this rhyme,
You're just as manic as me.

Bottles of alcohol should be labeled "False Hope",
Because they are no more than a method to cope.
You drink one down, pass it around, and get lost in it all.
But back down to Earth you'll eventually fall.

Once back to the surface, you gather a new means.
Of getting to the levels shown on the silver screens.
You get yourself high, but it all ends the same.
You're floating alone, sifting through all their blame.

"A car wreck sound lovely", you say to yourself.
As you pull out the blade and harm your health.
Your silent cries have fallen on empty ears.
It is the final product of your greatest fears.

You found a revolver in your parent's drawer.
Ready to claim the casualty of an internal war.
"They won't miss me at all" you truly believe.
But I'll still be here, alone and left to grieve.

Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.

How come the only voices I hear at night are my own?
I cry out for solace, but no one dares pick up the phone.
So it's another night of laying awake, simply wondering why.
Why am I the lonely one? I thought I was a good guy.

No woman wants to take a chance on the one that's a little odd.
They simply want a dashing smile and a perfectly sculpted ***.
And even if that isn't true, I simply cannot see.
Why no girl ever wants to take a chance on me.

Maybe it's because I lack the confidence to give myself a chance.
But it's hard to find faith in yourself when no one will give a glance.
So instead I'll write my loneliness down, and drown it all away.
For a bottle of beer I'll never fear because it never has words to say.

A troubled heart and troubled mind are often one in the same.
But this loneliness and unwillingness must be the one to blame.
And I guess I'll end this poem with another bitter  word.
Cause I'm simply nothing more than the odd one in the herd.

I question the meaning of friendship,
Right down to its very core.
I believed that a friend must give,
But my 'friends' thought to simply take more.

Nothing but an afterthought,
My 'friends' leave me in the dust.
Care must be optional to them,
I thought it was a must.

When they are sad, they talk to me,
Because I'll try to make it right.
But when they are happy, they forget I exist.
Which for me means another lonely night.

Maybe the problem simply is me,
For not knowing my 'friends' weren't true.
And those who know me reading this,
Chances are, I'm talking about you.

It's 1 AM and I'm alone again,
Simply existing like matter in space.
Frozen in the cold front that emptiness brings,
Cloaked in the darkness where loneliness breeds.
Through sullen eyes and an unforgiving mind,
I see something shine bright and clear: you.

Not you, the one who left me behind,
Your shine comes with a tint of rust.
You no longer glisten in the sun, but burn.
Your light you shine never showed your true color.
It was because of you that my darkness grew,
And began to engulf the light I'd shine.

Not you, the one who I burned out.
In my darkest hour you shined your light.
But my soul by then was a black hole.
Your light got lost in the dead of night.
And so you fled, before I found the light again.
Left alone to fight demons in the dark.

It is you, the one I've yet to truly see.
Your light shines too bright to see your face.
But I can feel your warmth, even in this cold.
Your light is a beacon of hope that I'll run towards.
At the end of the tunnel could be two things.
I just hope my heart won't burn out my eyes.

You howl like a wolf, who barks at the moon
Crying cause the love you had faded way too soon.
You cry like the whale, who sings there all alone.
Hoping that someone miles away can hear your lonely tone.

You hear your favorite song, and it tears you clear apart.
The one you dedicated it to has slowly crushed your heart.
You try to sit in silence, but their voice creeps in your head.
You can only sulk in misery and remember what they said.

The memory burns to the end of your cigarette.
And the only thing left for you now is regret.
The last words you said were "And never come back"
But now you are stuck to replace what you lack.

This is the feeling of heartbreak, and it's oh so ******* real.
It's the bitterness that's hidden beneath love's wonderful appeal.
The only way to cope, is to find yourself something new.
The spot is always there, what fills it is up to you.