Holding out faith through soiled eyes, already carrying Jupiter on my shoulders. Past E and the reserve is on fumes, moving in slow motion down what seems to be a one way street with no end in sight. Life isnt going as I hoped, feeling frail and caught in a whirlwind of despair. Desperate for belonging in a heart I dont fit in. Desperate for eyes which dont see me.  Desperate for hands that won't touch me. Desperate for ears that won't listen to me. Desperate for a voice that won't speak to me. Why oh why do I continue this madness I ask myself every day and I've yet to find an answer...