Have you ever felt so alone
Even if you're in a crowded place?
That every morning, it takes all your will
To get up, tired from not getting any sleep
Because the thought of future terrifies you

you keep yourself busy
With books, video games, or the telly
Because you know that being preoccupied
Is better than thinking
You feel trapped in your mind,
Constantly thinking you're not good enough
And it dreads you that the future
Holds more despair than success

And although there's windows and doors
You feel like there's no way out
No way out of this labyrinth
And constantly praying for a rabbit hole
To appear, maybe to take you someplace else
Far away from this