Sentiment and Self Reflection

I've never found an answer for any of my questions... maybe I was asking all the wrong things...

Why is the only question left for this discarded disposition,

when every bitter thought and misguided action left me with no definition.

Life was artificial, provided no answers, and then I was lost,

and I tried to regain myself, but I couldn't pay the cost.

 

Recollection of imagination and imitation,

I drowned in my effort to make sense of this devastation.

Life never provided an answer to any of my questions,

And for all of my experiences I've never learned any lessons.

I watch the stars burn out, one by one,

without ever knowing if my battle was won.

I fought against myself, there was no one else,

and I was the only casualty in this reflective tragedy...

For all of my questions there was never an answer,

Maybe I was asking all the wrong questions...

 

Intimacies, and enemies,

memories and secresies,

truths and lies face intricate demise.

Maybe I only created the perception of pain,

and a better man could make sun of this rain.

 

Fools interpret the loss rather than salvage the debris,

but the damnation all around me is all that I choose to see.

So I took a life of potential and ran it into the ground,

and rather seek help and beg guidance, I uttered not a single sound.

 

Safe in a fortified insecurity, and concealing myself behind immaturity,

I thought that if I maintained the illusion of collective connectivity,

a better reality could bridge the rift in me.

Broken aspirations prepared a token,

with sanity deprivation and a wish that was stolen...

Why is the only question left for this discarded disposition,

when every bitter thought and misguided action left me with no definition.

Recollection of imagination and imitation,

I drowned in my effort to make sense of this devastation.

Life never provided an answer to any of my questions,

And for all of my experiences I've never learned any lessons.

I watch the stars burn out, one by one,

without ever knowing if my battle was won.

I fought against myself, there was no one else,

and I was the only casualty in this reflective tragedy...

For all of my questions there was never an answer,

Maybe I was asking all the wrong questions...