Lost, Rejected and Alone

Lost, rejected and alone Just me, myself and my thoughts Conflicting in my minds zone There are no knocks at my door There are no rings from my phone Everybody seems to have moved forwards And I feel I have moved backwards If I could cry there would be floods I'm left with my last grain of strength So please don't worry There will be no overdose, no cuts and no blood I will not leave a rotting death stench As I live in hope that I will start rising Above the darkest clouds That I keep creating and visualising Will I stay lost? Will I still feel rejected? Will I forever sit alone?