Misery loves company.
That's what they say.
Mine loves to dine and play.
With hate and greed.
Will I ever be freed?
This misery of mine.
Will it ever die?
Let me know please, just show.
That this misery will go.
That love will come and eventually stay.
And never let me lay in this display of hate.

A/N… Plz R&R, means a lot.