I have no friends
that I go to see;
I have no friends
that come to see me.
Pen and paper,
nothing to say;
Hello World,
this is my day.
I become ill-
watch my family gather
but just want company...
and watch them scatter.
Lots to talk about
nothing to say;
Hello World,
this is my day.
What I am grasping for
is out of my touch;
why should existing
have to hurt this much.
No one understands...
Myself? No, not even I
for life is just
where people come to die.
This is not my home of choice
not my idea to be here;
to leave would be a dream come true
on this my mind is clear.
I see the sun is setting
another day gone by;
Bye for now, my World,
for I must go and cry.
