Those 3 syllables hang over my head
And I think I'd rather be dead anyway
Not because inside I’m mostly wounds
And scars
Not because I have no hope for better days
Not even because of the shame of failure.

It's the loneliness.

Surrounded by smiling faces and easy
Conversation
But I don't really mean anything to them
And they don't mean anything to me.
Women don't want me
Men don't value me
I’m just another thing that exists.