Why is it every time things are looking up

That my mind has to drag me back down

Realization dawns on me

It’s not that I’m unhappy

I just prefer the company of the voices in my head

To feeling dead inside

When you start to push away the ones you love

Because it’s easier to be alone

Than to feel like a disappointment all the time

Than to feel like a disappointment all the time

To say I’ve been let down before is fair

To say I’ve been the let down

Is becoming well known

Never happy with myself

I wish I was anyone else

That my voice would fade away

The only thing left, an empty shell