I did this, you can too.
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.