Yesterday everyone missed me
Today a few stayed and believed
Tomorrow no one will care to see
What I have become is nothing they want
I’m tired of being so blunt
They will never listen either way
My dreams are nothing but clouds of emptiness
In their eyes, I am hopeless
I don't blame them
I too, believe I have a problem
Days are nicer when I stay home
Nights are better when I am alone
But thoughts are worse when I am lonesome
And dreams are nicer when I am sharing them with someone
Talking is not fun, it’s always baffling
Laughing is starting to get a little tiring
Sleeping sometimes fails to keep my sanity
Reading affects my reality
Nothing is as easy as I like it to be