Here I lay, just plain ol’ me,
I’m neither sad, nor happy.
I just feel numb, tired and weak,
No idea what I hope to seek.
Staying indoors, avoiding my life,
no wonder I’ll never become a wife!
I seem to fail at all I do,
my reflection says “Just look at you!”
“You show no effort, or even try,
your letting life pass you by!”
The words are true, I’ve given up hope,
I dwell in my room, cry and mope.
Maybe tomorrow, things will be better?
If not, I will leave you a goodbye letter.