I sit here as the clock ticks and just stare my life away.
I watch the world pass around me, yet I stay.
I stay here in my house, here in my life.
The place where I don't belong, in constant strife.
I am angry at the world, angry at the people.
Is this all there is to my story? Is this just the prequel?
What will my future hold? Who will I be?
Will I ever experience joy? Will I still be me?
What will I be in a day, a month? Who will I be in a year?
If I am gone by then will anyone shed a tear?
Does anyone truly care, or am I as lonely as I feel?
Is this depression permanent? Will I ever heal?
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