Rollercoaster
I exist, but living feels amiss,
Not death I want, but joy I miss,
Love once given, now it's a weight,
My soul yearns for a different fate.
Depression's not my plight, but neither bliss,
Emotions swirl, a tempestous abyss,
I'm not emotionless, but what I feel,
Is a burden that I cannot conceal.
Life's mundane routine leaves me bored,
Surviving's all I'm left to hoard,
But death's not what I seek to find,
For my soul is not yet ready to resign.
But oh how I long for a different life,
Where love is not a burden to strife.
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