Lost

I’m so happy.

I’m so lost.
I’m confused.

Everything is a swirling black hole.

And no matter which way I go,

It ends in some sort of disaster.

Days turn to weeks,

Weeks turn to months,

Months turn to years.

I try to turn around,

Or run forward,

But I run into black holes that I can’t fall into.

And I can’t feel.

I don’t feel anything but,

Unhappiness.

Pain.

That’s the sad but brutal truth.

Sometimes I believe,

There’s happiness in an eternal life.