This chasm in my chest swallows me whole. I can feel myself drifting away.
No Home. No shelter. At war with myself.
Obsolete by design. There's nothing left but failure to find.
I can feel myself drifting away. Counting seconds to a new tragedy.
Every waking hour, a lifetime away.
So much wasted time wishing things would change.
Isolated. Cast aside. I left everything I loved behind.