A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of ice cream as you watch it fall off your cone in the summer heat.

It's the feeling when your favorite toy is lost, never to be found again.

It's the feeling of your knee being scraped as you jump from the swing.

It's the feeling of losing your friend when they move.

It's the feeling of being left out of the group.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of starting alone at a new school.

It's the feeling of being bullied by people you don't know.

It's the feeling of loneliness that sinks over you.

It's the feeling of rejection when no one wants to be with you.

It's the feeling of hatred that begins to bloom inside at the thought of their easy lives.

It's the feeling of hatred as it turns on you and twists up your insides.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of emptiness that envelopes you whole when you look around.

It's the feeling when you're the outsider and no one will let you change that.

It's the feeling when you want to lash out and show them your pain.

It's the feeling that comes when you think of taking them down with you.

It's the feeling you get when you decide to act.

It's the feeling when you pull the trigger for the first time.

It's the feeling when you hear the screams of fear.

It's the feeling you get when you decide it's time to put the gun in your mouth.

It's the feeling of your fingers as they shake when you pull the trigger, one last time.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling when you realize there's no salvation.

It's the feeling of total darkness settling in your wounded soul.

It's the feeling when you discover drugs.

It's the feeling you have as all your losses fall away, only to return as the high leaves you.

It's the feeling you endlessly chase, trying to keep the world at bay.

It's the feeling of relief when you chase the high, over and over.

It's the feeling when the world fades away one more time.

It's the feeling when you overdose, with no one around who wants to save you.

It's the feeling someone has when they see your faded picture, hanging on a memorial, years after your death.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of abuse.

It's the feeling of a palm across the face, again.

It's the feeling of anger, welling inside, as you scream for release.

It's the feeling of frustration as you watch them drink again.

It's the feeling of their hot breath, tainted with alcohol, as they pretend to change.

It's the feeling of making up, knowing everything is coming again.

It's the feeling of fear, deep inside of you.

It's the feeling of rage, watching them sleep as if everything is fine.

It's the feeling of being trapped, as they take you again.

It's the feeling of resignation, things will never change.

It's the feeling of the bottle as it breaks into shards, cutting your cheek.

It's the feeling of power as you stab them with the glass.

It's the feeling of disgust as you look at them dying, in a puddle of red, on the floor.

It's the feeling of resignation as you walk out to the balcony.

It's the feeling of dizziness as you look over the rail, feeling the wind from bellow.

It's the feeling when you fall, picking up speed as you tumble freely.

It's the feeling that hits you a second before you crumple on the pavement.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of sickness deep within your bones.

It's the feeling of despair, knowing you're unable to fix the problem within.

It's the feeling of treatment, tearing you apart from the inside.

It's the feeling of impending loss, there won't be much time.

It's the feeling of sorrow that you won't live another year.

It's the feeling that comes with a new treatment.

It's the feeling you have during the treatment, scared to hope.

It's the feeling of hope that comes at the end of the treatment.

It's the feeling that crushes you when you hear that it was unsuccessful.

It's the feeling of anger that treatment didn't work.

It's the feeling of resignation, there's nothing left now.

It's the feeling when you decide your fate one rainy afternoon.

It's the feeling of liquor pouring down your throat.

It's the feeling of the keys in your hand.

It's the feeling when the rain pours down outside the car as you drive.

It's the feeling of your foot, heavy on the accelerator.

It's the feeling of flight, as the car breaks the rail.

It's the feeling of impact, as the disease dies with you.

A little bit of despair,

Just the slightest bit unfair.

Whimsical in its nature,

Enabling the pages to turn.

Unforeseen consequence,

Dance with random chance.

It's the feeling of seeing a childhood friend change into a stranger.

It's the feeling of watching him become corrupt.

It's the feeling that happens every time he passes you in public.

It's the feeling when you can't recognize who he became.

It's the feeling when you think of all the people he's helped kill.

It's the feeling of rage that he chose this path.

It's the feeling of sorrow that you can't stop it.

It's the feeling when an unpassable divide builds between you.

It's the feeling of silence, heavy in the air.

It's the feeling when you hear that he suddenly died.

It's the feeling in your stomach when you think of his car crash.

It's the feeling when you realize you never got to say goodbye, as he died in the hospital.

It's the feeling that rises at his funeral when you realize that these people never knew him.

It's the feeling of spite that grips your sorrow when you look at their faces.

It's the feeling of deep regret that he died so young before he could change.

It's the feeling when you can't bring yourself to say goodbye.

It's the feeling when you realize it could've been your picture up on the memorial.

It's the feeling you fight that night, crying as you think of how much things changed.

It's the feeling of mourning you carry with you.

Whimsical despair,

Touching all the things for which I care.

Oh, unstoppable force,

Ever change my course.

One day,

I too will be free of you,

When I take my last breath.