I want to feel joy.
Yet, I fail at forcing it to the surface.
I am a stranger to myself.
The only thing I really know,
Is that I am.
My heart,
is full of anger, rage, and despair.
They are buried deep inside
A pit with walls of loneliness and sorrow.
Always seeking yet never finding.
Eternally here, and never there.
I am slowly killed by earthly toxins,
dis-pleasures, of the flesh.
Life is short, and I am thankful.
