At times I feel like a waste of space

Just like I have been put out of place

Nobody sees or hears what I say or do

No one notices even you

No one to love me or even to hold

On these nights that feel so empty and cold

I take refuge with the cover inside and out

Of my total self doubt

I ask for little and not even given that

Hidden deep in my depression like a black cat

Traces of faces from long before I was born

They turn me so forlorn

Drain my system like ticks of a diabolic time

Each day eats away at pieces of my mind

Takes all I have to get through each hour

I get ever more sour

Tears of fears making their way down my face

Trying to escape me as my pain gives chase

Run from time immemorial never be able to stop

Forever they will always drop

Little spiders slowly are weaving me into a cocoon

My life will be smothered out of me soon

I will reach the end of this painful race

No more waste of space