Fuel the fire.

Blissfulness is a curse.
Just bask in your sorrow.
Even if you have no reason to wake up in the morrow.
And would rather jump on the hearse.

Woe is what makes you.
Suffering is all that you should know.
Pain is what you must persue.
If you listen you will grow.

Would Proust had been a writer?
Would Martin Luther King had been fighter?
If they had been blessed?
No, life is a shitty contest.

So drown yourself in agony.
Hearken the bitter symphony.
Therein when you finish highschool.
You will see that life is not so cruel.