I'm often sad
It's really bad
It's like my brain attacks me
Whenever I feel content
It's like my soul just smacks me
Leading me to contempt
Curled up in the corner
Contemplating counterproductive
Concepts
crippling me to my core
What a bore
She says
Yawning in indifference
Emotionless
In violent inference

After all this *******
I turn and ask you
Why?
How?
And
What the **** do I do now?