Alone in the dark, wandering
around; a soul never to be found. Wandering aimlessly, wanting to be out. A voice screaming, shouting, wailing, but nothing comes out. Never is given the time of day, as the light slowly ... slips away. Bystanders scurry quickly away, denying everything you say. Old friends go by, as quietly as they can, looking at you like you're a leaf in the wind. Permanent third wheel, always unneeded, until another breaks, leaving you with the weight. Slowly but surely breaking you down. In a downward spiral that is near impossible to escape. A scrape on the knee, a mark on the face; a face never to be seen again in this messed up place.
