Why do I do what I am doing?
It's a question that
I find myself staring at
—desperation
perhaps a deeper word
for it could suffice
I am thirsty for something
that I know won't ever
douse my throat
Why do I live the life
I have fought for?
It's a sentiment that
I find myself getting
laughed at
—devastation
perhaps a deeper word
for it could capture
what I feel
After all, I am longing
for things I know
won't ever fill
Why do I say what
I am saying?
It's a question that
I find myself answering
—dejection
perhaps a deeper word
for it could describe
how it felt to be worthless
I am hungry for the acceptance
of people I know won't
care about me
Why do I tackle the paths
laden out for everyone?
I find myself seeking help
from places that won't
—depression
perhaps a deeper word
for it could complete
the emptiness I'm feeling
After all, we are but dust
and the air we breathe
will soon become all we are