Why do I let the smallest nothing destroy me?
I'm like an empty shell right now.
Lost, alone, I sailed upon the reef and made myself a wreck.
Hope is evanescent.
I'm longing for a sign that something better is to come.
Has what I thought was rescue sailed past and passed me by?
My head won't stop spinning with the thought.
It's beginning to control me.
The tears could flood me, send me to the bottom.
The world is ultimately a lonely place.
The world is ultimately what you make it.
I have made it lonely, so I will drown myself in this solace, end of days.
