There used to be so many people
I could call
talk to
run to
When I needed a friend
Yet here I sit
alone,
amidst the night
Just me & the moon
though somehow
I doubt that he cares
whether or not
I'm alright
The TV talks, begs, fights
in the distance for my attention
But all I can think about
is the voice in my head that I forgot to mention
It keeps me up
These days
Any days,
That I'm in a rut
Makes me feel like I'm some kind of nut
I'm too old to numb myself
with high school drugs
Too young to be done
I thought life was supposed to be fun?
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