Where do I belong.

Where do I fit.

All these years all you did was string me along.

To your friends and you I was considered the misfit.

I believe my days here are numbered.

Watch as the casket is primed for the hearse.

Wounds still fresh like a mint out of your mothers purse.

No point to prolong the process.

Here arrives doomsday.

Fuck it

I never belonged here anyway.