I'm in a world of pain, if pain is enough to describe it.
I'm so alone in the world. Loveless and joyless.
Words were never enough.
Enough to spill but not enough to grasp.
Enough to lay out but not enough to spare.
Words, depictions of my soul.
My soul, the words that flow.
So eloquently and freely.
May the words resound my emotions.
May the words resound my feelings.
And may the words resound my thoughts.
I am a broken record.
A curvature of a broken life.
Some are born free and some suffer.
Suffering never cared for me.
Happiness barely showed his face.
It was me and darkness holding hands.