All one’s life, one is told
“You are not alone.”
Oh, contraire, I do object with woe
To give and give, unable to let go
There’s not a singular sensation comparable
To that which is felt when suffering alone.

Perhaps there are others who share in my plight
With those a few words I’ll share, if I might
Every blade embedded is an accursed blessing
Life will never, never, NEVER STOP ITS TESTING
For fortune does not permit my resting
My mind hurls, swirls, curls and withers
Suffocating from...