When will the day end?
I brood as I lay in bed
Listening to my thoughts swarm,
Murmuring throughout the dorm
I always thought I’d find comfort
In being noticed and adored
But the clouds still loom over me
And I realize,  
                     I will always feel empty
There exists no greater purpose,
No lifetime without loneliness.
It's pointless to even ponder
A fulfilling and meaningful existence
So I’ll let my mind wander
Stare back up at the ceiling
Continue to grapple,
Fighting for feeling
My room is black as pitch
It seems that tonight
my only consolation
will be unconsciousness