I have nothing you need -- nothing to offer
No dream to succeed -- no dream no longer
I feel my stamina and my will to continue
Suffer and weaken, no stronger than before
I stare into myself at the nights, realizing
That I, myself, am what I abhor
Caught in a mess of contradictory thoughts
A need for acceptance, when I, myself --
Choose not even myself
Raised with a belief that I had something to give
Hoping to find a reason to cherish the life that I live
Despair creeping up beside me, holding me, embracing me
Seemingly there to offer a hand, when no one else can do the same
My eyes, though they show no signs, express deep pangs