how many things have changed?

I find myself alone. 

I am trying to find myself.

I feel like a drone.

I used to be care free, I used to always be full of glee.

Now I have learned how to stay out of the way, how to barely hang on,

but just by an edge.

I will collapse and plummet off the edge. 

the edge of loneliness,

the edge of emptiness.

please save me from this madness.