Loneliness

Sometimes I feel like crawling under a rock,

Where I can quietly die,

Sometimes I just get tired of life,

And no longer want to try,

Sometimes I wish there was a hole,

Deep within the ground,

That I could quickly crawl into,

Where I couldn't hear a sound,

Sometimes I would give anything,

If I just didn't have to be me,

Sometimes I wish I could flip a switch,

To set my sprit free,

Sometimes I feel so deeply ashamed,

At what I've not accomplished,

Sometimes I simply feel that I,

Deserved to be admonished,

These feeling coursing through me,

I don't really understand,

The pressure to succeed, I suppose,

Has gotten the upper hand,

Thoughts of resignation,

Reflections of low self worth,

That I am less than worthless dirt,

Unfit for even this earth,

Loneliness is a very dark place,

That eats away at your soul,

Accompanied by self-loathing,

With self-destruction as its goal,

Depression is a dark place too,

That sucks at the very soul,

A lifetime of experiences,

Lost in that black hole,

Perhaps I might never overcome,

These frequently paralyzing days,

But if I take one-day-at-a-time,

Then I can handle this crazy maze!