Farewell

Why do I do the things I do
Stumble blindly in the dark
Searching for a companion
Then drawing away from life's touch

Why do I say the things I say
Letting people see the happy scholar
When all I'm doing is dying inside
I can't take this any longer

Why do I think the things I think
Putting them down on paper
Only to shove it aside and say
I'll deal with this all later

Well I'm sick and tired of waiting for someday to come
I can't hide in myself much longer
Death comes to everyone someday
Why not sooner than later

I can't find me
So I may as well leave
No one needs me anymore
......Farewell....