Everything has gone awry,

and when it does I wonder why

things seem so very far away,

and they never go my way.

I feel so useless, tattered, and worn,

fighting my way through this hatred storm.

But I feel there’s nothing more I can do,

for happiness is far past overdue.

Life has me tangled at its fingertips,

its dulled sword, and sunken ships.

I’ve been tugged in many directions,

lead and confined with lack of instruction.

I walk my way,

day by day, 

with no say anyways.

So what difference does it make,

to fight for what’s at stake?

Because I care and can’t seem to stop,

I continue living this twisted plot.

I know there is much worse than here,

but living like this,

losing those dearly missed,

is truly something I fear.