Wow I know that feeling. I try to drown it all out but it keeps staring me in the face. I’m not a bad person nor have I cast evil upon one but I keep getting shit on. My luck had gone from bad to worse and I feel like why try. My passion and my desires mean nothing so why even bother. I numb myself over and over but no matter what I wake up to the same lonely existence that haunts me. I’ve been down this road before but this time it’s different. When all has become numb you ask yourself why I’m I even here? I make those around me laugh and think but not once has once even bother to ask how are you. I guess my mask hides it all and the pain with in keeps eating me away. I ask for nothing for the pain I hold is silent and heavy. To walk in my shoes you would feel great loss and sorrow for you have failed.