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Why do I do what I am doing? It's a question that I find myself staring at —desperation perhaps a deeper word for it could suffice I am thirsty for something that I know won't ever douse my throat
Why do I live the life I have fought for? It's a sentiment that I find myself getting laughed at —devastation perhaps a deeper word for it could capture what I feel After all, I am longing for things I know won't ever fill
Why do I say what I am saying? It's a question that I find myself answering —dejection perhaps a deeper word for it could describe how it felt to be worthless I am hungry for the acceptance of people I know won't care about me
Why do I tackle the paths laden out for everyone? I find myself seeking help from places that won't —depression perhaps a deeper word for it could complete the emptiness I'm feeling After all, we are but dust and the air we breathe will soon become all we are
