I don’t care, I never did. I have always felt like this. Discontent and isolated.
Years add up, it’s sinking in. Not enough. A constant itching. Every road leads to nothing.
I always thought things would work out but that wasn’t enough.
I struggled and suffered. It wasn’t worth it. Why did I try?
I long for days past when I felt hope. Before I knew the truths my life holds.
I once saw light. My future once was bright.