Lost

Floating in a sea of lonely,
Drifting on her empty tides,
Looking for a soul to guide me,
Watching as the past flies by.
Where did all my friendships wander?
What has happened to my dreams?
When did I get old and bitter?
Why is life not what it seems?

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Holy fuck, give my brain 2 mins to come up with some shit and this is what pours out. Better not let her loose unstupervised again.

I hate feeling like this. Almost all the important people in my life, the tripod that held me up, have wandered off. And I don't think anyone misses me. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure that if I died tomorrow, I'd leave much of a legacy anyway.

I wonder how many other people feel that way, too.