I want to be someone’s 1st priority. Is that too much to ask?
If I’m needed for help, royally, I’m down for the task.
Yes, I am loved, and we all have our lives.
But I can’t seem to escape loneliness, to no one’s surprise.
I hate that I need it, attention, I mean.
I reach out for touch, but I feel I’m rarely seen.
A ghost in the real world, but a soldier in mine.
My trust is in crumbles, I cringe when it’s time.
My friends are all busy and women don’t try.
Associates are temporary and enemies are high.
Professionals are fake and strangers are rude.
I can’t deal with life, I’m not in the mood.
I’ll go back to my home, the world I will flee.
And remain no one’s priority, as far as I can see.
