Fleeting Thoughts On
A Lonely Cycle Of Misery
*Hit with others irregular empathy-
I am only brought intense recurring apathy.
Somehow comfortable-
Lying broken again in my pit of self pity.
...
This is the only life I have ever known.
Nothing new is ever shown, not for long anyway.
For how can a life of happiness stay-
Without disappointment coming into play?*
×𝚲ria