Time goes without a care

But I care

So much not done

So much unfairly done

Unfortunate circumstances stand solid

Luxurious ones fold

It leaves me with hunger

Hunger for life

Nothing will feed my want

Want turns to thought

Thought turns to thoughts

Thoughts turn to aspiration

Wish I could

Wish I could do a lot

But those are wishes

Wishes are wasted hope

Then I am left with no hope

Hopeless I fight for air

Hopeless I fight

I fight for what I don’t know

I fight for what I know

I know this isn’t right

So I run

Run for miles

Miles until my insides burn hydrochloric acid

I burn the pain away

Slowly it dies

Slowly I die