Always watching from the outside,
sitting alone contemplating why.
Dreams of prosperity bleed into darkness,
crying in their arms as they stand by.
In their worlds, in the darkness,
with their pain, their torment.
Solitude becomes my only companion,
in their worlds alone, it's they I resent.
So miniscule in my illusions,
always to see from the wrong eyes.
Watching as they leave, they die,
always without saying goodbye.
Crying into their arms once more,
as my heart looses yet more life.
It will always remain the same,
I will always remember the knife.