Someone help me, I feel insanity lurking
in the back of my mind, ominously looming.
It makes salient feelings that are disgusting
What's worse is that the help is not willing.

Yes, I call out to you, best friend.
But you are unable to understand.
I laugh. I wasn't expecting it in the end.
And yet this insanity is something I've to mend.

I also call out to you, man from afar.
But all you care about is inhaling tar.
Though I know that you, too, have similar scars,
I suppose the reason you can't help is because you're too far.

So here I am. Again. Alone.
This insanity has certainly taken it's toll.
I guess I'll remain in this dark, scary hole.
Never have I felt so far away from home.