The Sunset

I try to open myself up some But then I learn they are not really there I tell all I feel inside only to recieve an aura of cold air Loneliness builds inside me,  I'm numb but somehow I still care People take advantage of me then talk bad of me like im not even there Friends, family, exes, religion I forsake them all now because, What good did it do me? Makes me pull out my hair  Riddle me this feeling of isolation, God If you are even really here You answered my prayers with twisted jokes And you know I dont think it's fair But you know all about all My opinion is like a thud down the stairs Fallen from grace I feel, because creation seems minimalistic A shot in the dark when I was yet a ball of idiotic light Dimed down now, as my sight becomes sensitive And my feelings for people become evermore rare