I want to dance, but there’s nothing to dance for.

I want to sing, but there’s no place to do it.

I want to meet someone, but I’m alone.

I want to speak to someone, but I stay alone in my head, in my room, in the dark

The clock strikes one,

And I sit up.

My hands hurt, my foot hurts, my head aches, my back aches.

I look around,

No one calling on the phone,

Another Saturday where I will be invisible

And alone.

I want it to rain.

It won’t rain.

It doesn’t matter what I want,

Nothing ever comes of it.

Trying leads to failure and heartache.

With that thought I go back to sleep.

I know today won’t be good for something

And I know tomorrow won’t be either.

I’m wasting my life, but there’s no alternative,

And I don’t have anymore fight left in me.

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