Lost

I haven't happy since I was a child
That part of my innocence most defiled has been exiled
Left out in the wild for things reviled
To destroy, rebuild, destroy, never to be reconciled
In the throes of my sickness
I will die inside and be reborn again, and I want no witness
to the second coming of depressive
within the witless, fitness-distanced mind of a man with a hit-list.
I don't have friends anymore.
I lost those on the day I lost