Being an outcast isn't easy
It's kind of hard to watch others have intrepity
Because self-confidence is something I don't have a lot of
I feel dejected living in contradiction
And always telling yourself fiction
About yourself and only you
But I guess it's ok
Having nobody bother you
But then again it's not
Because then you have no one to talk to
Especially when you need it most
And then the depression builds up
Like the pressure behind a bullet
And it ain't fun when you want to put that bullet in your head
When want to end your life
Wanting to end the internal and mental strife
Wanting to end the grieving and lingering anguish

It seems like the only cure to loneliness
Living the faceless life
So I create the illusion of what the aftermath would be
And in my rush to end life quick
I didn't even notice that there are people that really care
And as I put the barrel to my temple
I couldn't even fathom why anyone would want to end life so simple
I couldn't figure out why anyone would want to do that at all
And when I broke it down to the very least
I really didn't even start to live at all
And I ask myself why I was living a life so reckless

Then I realized that life is unexplainable
No one understands it
And it's something that'll never be explainable
All we'll ever know is life has its ups and downs
And you just have to go with the flow

Eventually things will get better
And when they do
Your life comes to a new climax each and every time it happens
But that'll only happen
If you learn the awkward shapes
Of this puzzle called life
The good times will hit you
With the force of a fusion bomb
And when that happens
You'll forget about all your problems
And you'll be living in a utopia
If you learn to deal with life
Which is everybody's absolute worst phobia

-MK