Some days i sit around and ponder life.
Is my existence a complete waste of time?
Will i ever feel whole?
Will i ever get so lucky as to love another soul?
It's these things that bring me so close to the other side.
What else am i doing other than wasting valuable time?
The days seem to go by as a blur.
And most of the time i feel unsure.
But it seems the only constant pattern in my life,
Is never feeling good enough.
Friends come and go and sometimes things get rough.
**** what i would give to feel a gentle touch.
When you've been isolated time and time again,
It's hard to feel like you have any friends.
But at least i can say that i had some chance to mend.