I failed to move on from my past.
No matter how hard I try to forget,
they all come back to haunt my dreams.
The cycle of pain continues on.
I ran away from myself for so long.
When I faced my own problems with help,
it only dug the black hole deeper.
That's when I abandoned my life.
This world is too crowded for its own good,
swarming with hypercaffeinated, selfish robots.
Where will I start my life over at?
Then again, life was never easy to begin with.
4 years of depression was the beginning.
I looked for something to be happy about,
but they only added more misery.
In this world, there's noting but unattainable peace.