Wasted Soul

These last few weeks have been so tough; the past six years have been so rough. I don’t know, I try to understand, but this life I live I shall never get. Wasted years, filled with disturbing tears; wasted days filled with laughter, but who is there to care? Dreams and goals for years to come, though for some reason I see none, no dreams in my future, no goals in my life. And so I sit her in the dark wishing things were better. Though I only see them getting worse. What to do? I don’t know. What to think? Don’t ask me. What to dream, where to go; nowhere is my answer.