There's nothing as great as a being
Whose heart only sorrow is leaving.
Though rarely does pleasure he find,
To the beauty of misery, his eyes are not blind.
And although time he has plenty to ponder,
The truth is still dark due to sonder.
Why don't I reach out?
Why the possibility of help I doubt?
Well, sadly, there's nothing you can do.
Tomorrow I'll forget this and you will too.
To work, I don't want to,
To sleep, I'm not able,
What the hell do I do,
When I don't have cable?
Today I made a wish to die.
I don't think that I can lie.
Both to myself and everyone around.
I'm down beneath the ground.
I have fewer fingers than the times I woke up last night,
Thinking, how to make wrong things right.
And no, I didn't find an answer,
Just grew my emotional cancer.