i know i’ll never be missed,
nor do i have a will to live,
and yet, every night, the sun sets
in this cruel world of regret.
time just passes, moves forward,
and the world goes on without me.
i’m no soldier, nor a victim.
i can’t even blame ‘the system’.
all of this pain, this sorrow,
it’s all mine to bear, mine alone,
and i have no one to blame
but myself.
i have no life to reclaim. but,
tomorrow morning the sun will rise,
and I’ll continue to live
this life i claim to despise.
Futurism Forever 