Where did my Life Go?

 Always looking for a thrill

while sitting on the windowsill.

Dressed to kill, but too exhausted for fun,

I stand by the wall 'til my friends are done.

Nothing really draws me in,

and I need to trick my mind.

like a table to my shin,

it never turns out kind.

my eyes flutter closed 

of their own accord.

fighting for the supposed

love and happiness no one can afford.