Alone

I sit alone sometimes
By myself, in deep thought
Somehow these feelings
This “sickness” I caught
I think about the way I am
I think about my life
At times I think about
How I could’ve been his wife
I hate the way I look
And the way I feel
I hate who I am
I wish it all wasn’t real
I rely too much
On others to keep me happy
But no matter what I do
I just end up feeling crappy
All the bad things
Just end up following me
Past my gloomy problems
I rarely can ever see
It’s not really that bad
Don’t try to fix my head
Listen to my voice
To what I just said