Lonely Journey

No one can go where I’m going.
At least that’s what they say.
The problem is what I've done
Breaks a promise made each day.
Though I'm seemingly falling down.
At least that's what they think.
The problem is I’m held down
by lies I want to believe.
I won’t get close to anyone.
No matter how they plead.
The problem is there’s no one
Far enough from what I flee.
No one will go where I’m going.
At least not those who care.
It’s a path and an experience
That leaves you sad and bare.






