I wake up dominated by a profound sadness
Fatigue engraves on my worn face
I take my blanket and pull it up to cover my head
My sadness is a hollowness, I can’t tell you what’s worse
Sometimes my hollowness is a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of tears
It holds a thousand pieces of glass that are wedged in between my soul and body
That’s the pain
Every time that my expectations fail
I feel empty all emotions pushed aside.
But nothing could ever be more depressing like
Fighting till the last breath is all it takes.