ive always done my own thing, never been part of the beautiful popular cool crowd.

who live on easy street and the world rolls out the red carpet for. today being clean cut and hard working seem to be turnoffs. lonely just begins to describe my life. feeling invisible and solitary confinement also describe it. i should be used to not being wanted\desired...or not knowing what love is. phone never ringing. only visitor is the mailman leaving me bills to pay. wonder how long it will take someone to find my cold dead carcass when it stops breathing and heart stops pumping.