Drifting. In, out.
I can't tell where I am.
So blurry that it's surreal.
I wish I knew where to go.
Special or not,
I've never met anyone who understands.
Maybe it's better this way.
I'm a lost cause.
My soul left me.
I feel nothing.
I believe I'm dying.
Too far gone to bother helping.
A dreamer unashamed,
Limp and torn at my seams.
Left for the monsters that wait in the dark.
Hopeless and labeled a lost cause.
Everyone's probably right.
I know I'm not normal.
A bomb about to go off.
It's alright; that's how I see myself too.
Whispers all around me,
Voices screaming in my head.
Lost cause, lost for a cause!
Why do I still care about them?
Forever I'm stretched beyond my limits,
Forever I'm numb and alone.
Always I'll feel forgotten and weak.
It's just who I am.
So many sides to me,
Sharp like diamond,
Ugly throughout like coal.
My instincts refuse to work against death.
I know I'm dying inside.
Endless and fallen.
Maybe it's better this way.
No longer regretting,
Labeled a lost cause.
Always I'll be floating.
They were all right after all.
