What's wrong with me?
I feel strange and different.
It isn't love; it's too bitter
It isn't drowsiness; I'm wide-awake.
It holds me back as I attempt to work,
even when I know of the consequences.
This feeling consumes me,
killing me from the inside.
I feel surrounded by nothing.
Loneliness and isolation
are just part of this pain.
It's like everything is vanishing,
everything but me…
I've been left behind to rot,
alone and sad.
I desire someone to listen to me,
to hold me,
to share with me my pain.
Even though it would bring them no good,
it would save me from my alienation.
Even though it would hurt them,
together we'd heal…
together…we'd heal.