I am attempting to end the dismay.
This constant push of struggle
Is an enormous strain on my will to embrace peace.

At night I shed no tears,
But my heart cries out for a connection beyond.

I just want to be touched
Held close and comforted
In the knowing of prosperous future.

But now I have no desire to change.

Wrap me up in a cloud of hate
And gently forget about my existence.
For I have given up attempting to reconcile
This meaningless world.

To be born into misery, pain and constant strife
Is worse than hell.

In this moment I refuse to acknowledge
The fallacy for passionate enjoyment of life
For I am drained of the motivation, will and desire
To move forward.

I am a dense manifestation
Of twisted convolution
Resulting from the deterioration of my will

I will crumble and fall away
Forever removing my shame.