A Sad Life

Nervosa

To start another marathon
But yet again stumble upon the finish line
To have cursed mirrors
But look into them anyway
To drink gallons of the flavored water
But only to fill up the empty cup wanting more
To try and cover the cold emptiness inside
But boiling another cup right away
To never get enough of the forest of seas 
But not wanting to explore its true depth
Oh, what to do in this oblivious Nervosa...