I believe I have found what I have lost
Right now
I have lost my passion
The word I used to speak about so profoundly
I've lost my hunger
My desire for something to live for
I've lost myself somewhere along the way
On my journey this year
I am merely a morbid creature drifting along
Shutting her heart from emotion
Lusting
Not feeling any sin
Any traces of emotion  
I had a desire for words
For language
I wished to study linguistics and language
As this is what my heart pounds for
But alas
The man with money will not allow me to do so
The man with money will not allow me to study a hopeless degree
I must study something mathematical
That will bring the cash
So I will not end in a dire state of poor finances
I wish not to leave my parents bankrupt
****** I hate this world
Money money money
That's all I see
Like a beggar beside the road
Please please I'll do anything
I feel like a common *****
Forgetting her hidden passions
And merely opening her legs
For the man with money
Passion is lost
I am in an abyss that is void of emotion
And creativity
I am numb
This is the life I am to follow
Void of passion
Void of what I want to do
I thought I had a dream filled with passion and zealous wonders and adventure
But the man with money had a dream for me too...
Morbid and still I will be
A common *****
Begging for your money