Sorrow is being empty emotionless the feel of haven't nothing the feel of not being there even though your there in every way,wanting to disappear but can't want to escape the cruel reality of being everything but fair ,the sense of not haven't a place in the world but being forced to be in the race.
The want to not exist in the everlasting life of hardship and pain,feeling so worthless and frail ,can't even die right ,you can't even breath as you can't afford that because there no self worth it's no use as dying seem to be the only peace I will ever receive but the sad reality is I'm being held against my will to live as to die seem like that the only thing the will make me truly live ,life is a journey but my journey has ended at the foot of the hill no way up with ground falling beneath my feet ,no where to go I'm stuck standing on a patch of hope that seem to die a little with each breath
I try to move on but there's no where to go can't turn back can't go forward where my life take me seem like it always the same I have no beginning or ending as I'm the runner that got the bad lane ,the one with no end or beginning ,standing here think it's best to give up and leave the race to the fittest but that's not a opportunity as I can only affords my sorrows which seem to be the cost of my survival
I am stuck in a cycle of depression and sadness that seem to grows with me ,my sadness is the cost of my happiness my happiness is the fleeting moments in my life, my life is everlasting a never ending series of reoccurring misery which seem to never end but seems to extend even in the moments where I'm pretend to be happy a game I never seem to Comprehend but it's the reality I live in hoping to die soon or is it jus my wishful thinking....
