What is my purpose?
Is it just to suffer?
Maybe I'm just a duffer.
A smile that can't even surface.
A wound that always curses.
What you see is just a lie on purpose.
Every day feels like a waste.
A mistake.
I can never be happy even just a little taste.
This, this pain.
Can't wash away even with pouring rain.
Empty emotions flowing down the drain.
Who can I even blame.
Ever day is the same.