Me, who is trying. Me, who is still fighting. Yet, it is me who is still losing to the world. Why do I fight such a losing battle? Why do I proceed to kill myself for it? Me, who is trying, just a little bit, is expecting a silver lining somewhere. Anywhere.
So, my silver lining to the tragedy, where art thou? Have you abandoned me yet again? Has my luck, if I ever had one, run out? Even for just a little bit of peace, shall you not grant? Is this your desire, to enslave me forever with my misery?
And now, when I needed you the most, you have disappeared.
Maybe, for just a little bit, I should disappear too?
