I feel like I'm falling, into an inevitable destiny of disapointment. 

Full of empty black space. No one in sight, nothing but space. 

Chances are, I'll face the world alone. 

No one to hold my hand, no one to tell me everything is going to be alright. 

No one but me, myself, and I.

Everyone that I had left. 

They saw nithing but a burden in my soul. 

They saw nothing but extra weight to drag along. 

Instead of helping, they left me; like an unplanned child. 

They didn't want me. They saw no purpose. 

So now I am here alone.