Been spending a lot of time with my self.
The quiet says I deserve this hurt
and all I'm left is the silence.
It kinda made sense, right?

I'm wandering the hallways of my mind,
On frail legs, I trudge to go the distance.  
but I get so lost in the corridors of my sorrow.
It's just one of those days, right?

Watching everyone leave me behind is a unique breed of pain.
The night reminds me, that I am not suppose to get what I want.
I suppose this is all I can have, right?

Finding solace in the quiet corners of my room,
is where my tears washes my sadness away.
I can't be like this, right?

I'm finding the purpose of reassurance to be undeserving.
Yet, I greet everyday like something to look forward to.
This is the chaos that I created.