The Gone Me

I'm sorry, I'm not what you see me as, I feel myself
changing daily, as I'm drowning in my own hurt, and
my emotions happening to define me as I'm a waste
Filling up the empty space. I swear to the God I did
not mean to ruin me like this at all but now I'm
somewhere between giving up and trying to stay strong
for everyone around me, with a pasted-on smile that
happens to fade away when I'm all alone, compeletly
closing down, hoping I can hide away, deep inside a
carven get away from human beings and sit as I break
to god that might exist. I'll admit it my life is full
of fakery, as people around me say they love
me everyday but Why do I feel like I'm a loser,
I don't really many friends people say they are, but
they are never there in the end. I guess that is
what my life is where it is getting hard to juggle,
consider me as a loner but I do not like it at all
and I'm losing all control, as I happened to be trapped
in a life full of darkness.

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