Sweet Misery

Miserable, yes that's the word
Pitiful and sick.

Hostile, fatigue, and indeed feed-up
Secluded, contagious, pained, and repulsive to sum the description up.

I no longer can endure this cruse of misery
though again the sun may show his contented face

Even though I'm sure I could just pass it off as nothing like I've done everything else.

I know it's just a phase, another day in my instable life. Another sigh that I despise.

Oh Misery, please hide your hideous face
for time has not hide you from me yet

Nor does it seem as if it will bring back the lovely me. My smile, my humbleness, my satisfaction.

My dear sweet Misery, that plays me like a game,
a game in which I'm destined to fail

Why not my tears wash you away, my fears excite you, my loneliness consoles you? Why not all these years make up for any harm I've done?

Oh sweet Misery! I want to cry but emotions are so deaden that I fear to awake them.

Oh my dear sweet Misery, I have grown accustomed to you. Now that it seems that I'm stuck with you.

Something that I must accept and let be is me and my sweet, sweet misery.