Screwed

As a single man without anyone by your side,
You’re pretty much fucked.
No one cares for your pain as you’re labeled another bust.
When you’re laid out on the ground from every hit you’ve taken,
You’re just a floor matt others walk over while they hide their faces.
Too ashamed to see a soul they’ve hurt by never giving it its rightful place in,
A world I would to experience as well.
But,
I guess I’m just a punching bag in a box surrounded by demons raising hell,
Every single damn day I wake up trying to find myself….