No one but me remains
In this cyclical terrain
I ponder my thoughts
Go deaf from listening to them talk
It pains my soul
No longer whole
I sob and cry
Wish to die
Frustration
Humiliation
I am fading away
Ripped to shreds every day
I search desperately for a resolution
It is a fusion
Of dead ends and lost hope
I continue to contemplate the rope
Tied meticulously around my throat
I would be able to float
Prospering in the afterlife
Free of pain and strife
I could finally be me
Who I am truly meant to be
Alas, I do not
Despite how much I would adore to rot
In the depths of a grave
I am not that brave
At least I am not dying f inside
A small taste of the infinite ride
I would graciously attend
Still, I cannot blend
Into society’s desires
I am just one lonely bird on a wire.