Life's turning into a container of bad luck,
Waiting for destruction like a sitting duck.
When you feel like you're actually stuck,
Struggling to collect this one green buck.

I seek peace from a soul that is utterly shattered,
Craving to be loved, seen, understood, and heard.
But he doesn't even know he's leaving me fractured,
In the end, we both lose focus on what truly mattered.

It's like...