They say bad things happen for a reason.
They say all emotions have their own season.
Everyone always tells me, "You must accept change!"
But I got lost in the transition and from my old life, I'm now estranged.
It's not that I'm ungrateful, I appreciate all that I have.
It's just that I have nothing.
No good things, only bad.
Cursed is my life.
It's been long in misery.
Nobody would ever want to be me.
Blankly, I stare into the vast, black abyss.
You all drink sweet lemonade while my cup is full of piss.