Deserving

Haven’t spoken in weeks.
Maybe were just a bunch of freaks.
Living a life that has no end as we ascend deeper into this hole we’re in.
How did we get this way?
Was it the lifelong delay that has forever been on replay?
A sense of responsibility that has locked me in a cage.
At what age did I deserve to be disengaged?
Brought backstage, sheltered, like a stray.
Only wish, to breakaway without a feeling of disarray.
But how is it possible to leave the pain when it runs through every vein?