When did I become such a dead, useless thing
Alive and walking
Although as usual, hardly talking
This emptiness in the very pit of my
Stomach
Is spreading to every fiber of my inner core
I can remember the days of feeling full, feeling
Wanted
Smiles and cheers, even through adolescent fears
I was a stable, normal, wholesome being
But now it seems I’ve just whittled away
Any positive meaningful aspect of this life
Where’s the restart button?
Let me play this level over again
The options I did not pick were surely better