I struggle everyday with living inside this skin and skull

This is no life; just an existence in a mundane plain so dull

The pain is so great that I cannot take in this void that is null

Every hour becomes more lonely making me feel trapped in a lull

There is no place in all of space that I can ever call “home”

I am but a cosmic vagabond with no other purpose but to roam

As beautiful as it may be here, it is merely another geodesic dome

Should I swallow some poison, and leave this body with a mouth full of foam?

If I do, I feel I will just wander through another pointless realm

This stupid man-suit is merely a vessel with no one currently at the helm

I find myself less connected to humans, and more connected to the red elm

Emotions are detrimental to my mental state, but yet they always overwhelm

Constantly having to over-explain myself just to be comprehended

In most conversations and situations people tend to get offended

My immense disdain for this insane world makes me want to upend it

But just like me, I realize that it is broken, and can never be mended

So like the Earth, I spin and drift through space and time

Traveling through the galaxy, trying my best to find peace of mind

Will I die by my own hands, or will someone else drop the dime?

I’m not sure, but once I leave this shell, I hope to finally be fine