• It's so hard to even care
    What's the point anymore?
    Day's weeks, months,
    They're all the same
    One constant experience
    Of absolutely nothing
    Nothing worthwhile


    "Just keep going"
    They say, but for what?
    Could it be for
    The salty taste of
    Tears on my lips?
    The pain of my fist
    meeting the wall?

    Why do I do this?
    What is it?
    It's on the the tip of my tongue
    I swear I could almost
    Taste it
    Yet it's more elusive than
    Anything before it

    Something to believe in
    A reason to continue
    It's what I need,
    /So badly/, and
    I know it's somewhere, so, so close,
    So why can't I find it?