Used to losing when victory is at grasp
Used to pain like being stung by a wasp
Being alone became my second nature
I believe it is bleak, my present and future

I'm a pushover, I was told
Too cowardly to leave this world
Yet too tired to live it fully day by day
I am currently... currently stuck in the grey

Yet to find color, yet to see the sights
Everyday losing the will to survive my fights
The grey has consumed me through and through
Troubled is my mind, and my spirit launched a coup

Black and white combined, apathy the result
Nothing matters, neither affected by praise nor insult
Inspiration is but a 3:00 am musing
Gone by day, I wake up with alarms snoozing