There is
but one constant
in my life:

Misery.

Every day
every hour
every minute;
It is all i feel.

It is all I know.

It all seems so unfair -
why must I suffer so,
When everyone around me seems
so wretchedly happy?

I never can seem to do anything
right.
Every turn
leaves me empty
Every adventure
leaves me exhausted,
fatigued,
dead.

I feel dead.