Incise.

it begins and breaks apart all the little things.
crystallize my assumption.
social involvement gets me everytime.
most people claim to love me.
but they dont.
you are all bedeviled.
in your own majestic land.
im dispirited.
with all being.
im not proud.
is it wrong to incise my arm?
or does generality do it as well?
i feel the need to enervate myself.
to make myself draw blood.
runaway through the fade.
never the one to talk to.
always the one to be passed up.
but arent we all venturing into something new?
angry lines slashed above our eyes.
in spite of feeling, we endlessly weep.
thats just us.
life is a journey.
and im unprepared. 
and dont want this journey.
im alone.
betrayed.
forgotten.
the darkness fills the air.
my head spins.

i have lost hope.