KIFOTH - In Depression

So, depict why I am sitting here.

Casting this issue into my face, There is rancour in words, Pain in eyes. Running time Count hopelessness down. The room that I can’t recognise the forks In. Either the bullshit recalling man’s Happiness reminiscences is mocking on me.

So why am I here in? Who’s the one willing this?

Life is a journey. No way to stand. Though who has thrown me in to the train? Shot in to grieving torture. Screwing Thread in to my mind. Unwanted

So, depict why I am sitting here.

Miseries. Don’t wanna watch the show But should sit here. With the reservation Ticket in palm. Somebody thrusts that to me. Somebody thrusts.