Far from the word Wonderful
The pain I feel surrounds me and shrouds my once clear vision of the world
as I remember it.
The sun that once shown down upon me now only covers me with pain that its
harsh reality radiates.
The radio that once brought me songs to sing now only screams deafeningly
meaningless lyrics into my ears.
And the sight of you where it once brought pleasure now only brings a
perverse sense of unclenliness.
So the joy that I once had is no longer something which I retain access to
And all that remains
Is a shell of what I once was, of what i once thought was beautiful and
wonderful, but now see that it is repulsive beyond belief, and is as from
the word wonderful as it is possible to be.