Growing Season

A complete loss and absence of hope
Everyday cycle
Succession of doubt
A pit of loathing
Body in a drought
It’s a lucid dream
I can’t ever sleep
Thought i was better
Thought i was clever
I do wrong for no reason
It’s my growing season
Worrying and stressing
Obsessing and controlling
Overbearing demanding
Never got me anywhere
Disillusioned bleeding despair
Decode an algorithm for being hurt
Complete loss and absence of hope