Who's Left
They say that life should be well spent,
But what if there’s a dent
That we can’t unbend.
Feeling like I’m all alone,
As well as unknown.
Living in such a barren world.
My head, stuck in an unstopping whirl.
Life has nothing for me,
So where should I be?
Feeling unwanted, even at a masquerade.
Even at a parade.
People fighting everywhere.
I ask myself, “should I be there”?
Or with the ones who care,
But who would dare to care about one
Who has nothing left to feel,
Only left to deal
With other people’s pain
Attached to a never ending chain.
So what is there left to do,
With this world so blue?
What should I try?
Should I even cry?
But what would be the point,
If only to disappoint.
I feel the need to be set free,
But there is no one there for me.
Am I even supposed to be here?
Filled with so much fear?
I feel the need to fly,
But I’d rather stay to clarify,
What it is that must be done.
Am I the one,
Who has to stay?
Behind and find a way
To fix this mess,
Or is it less
That I must do in life.
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