“I could kid myself, in thinking that I’m fine.”

I find myself alone.

Alone.

In a corner.

An empty corner.

No one around.

No one there.

Alone in an empty corner,

That doesn't deserve to exist.

I don't deserve to exist.

Wandering the halls,

Seeing the laughter of those who should,

Want me around.

Looking down on the world,

Hearing conversations.

Above it all,

But not above the feeling,

Of feeling alone.

Where are my friends?

Does no one want to be around me?

Where is friendship now?

"Lonely,

Lonely,

Little life.

I could kid myself,

In thinking that I'm fine."