Crashed upon this deserted land
I stand alone ,no one , not hand in hand
I cry and cringe in a fetal rolled up ball
Wailing until there are no more tears to fall
Hurting,broken,left alone
no love, no life, no one to call my own
No friends , No family, just memories of the past
I cling to these with every breath, just trying to make them last

I wonder why I'm so unworthy, why they left me here to die
Was I such a bad person, was my everything a lie
I sometimes feel anger, sometimes feel sad
but most of the time , I feel numb, which in turn ,makes me feel bad

I think back to all those memories and realize one fatal truth
It was me who pushed away, locking myself in this silent booth
Opening up, sharing myself was just to hard a task
Now I'm left with nothing, but this worn out, ugly mask

So I deserve to be stuck here
To rot from my own fear
I crashed myself so recklessly into this sandy grave
Trying to get away from all the love they would have gave
So now it is so painfully visible to see
I am a prison unto myself on this Island called me