I’ll Never

I’ll never feel okay.

Always a flood pushing to make me bend and sway.

I’ll never achieve my dreams.

Thousands of pointed hands all laughing; bursting at the seams.

I’ll never have real friends.

Life has taught you that it all ends.

I’ll never feel alive.

Other have proven you’ll always be too lazy to thrive.

I’ll never travel freely.

Apparently being young makes you able to do anything, ideally.

I’ll never be who you want.

My self being is crushed; twisted and full of rot.

I’ll never feel again feel happy.

Even when you smile at me I will remain crappy.

I’ll never give another breath.

I’ve finally welcomed the comfort and release of death.