Reviving this life,
would have been pointless,
for it is not the same,
reviving this life would be a terrible shame,
and reviving this life would be insane,
for nothing around here does ever change,
and all my things are in boxes,
and I am glad to be moving far away,
because my life here is over and totally ruined,
and I am never happy anymore,
no matter the friends that I have,
no matter the friends that I have,
nothing ever seems the seem,
and I have no joy,
I have no happiness and I have only pain,
so, reviving this life, it seems pointless,
because it is not the same,
not the same as it once was,
for it is as if it has been washed away in the flood,
and as if nothing is left anymore,
and I feel hollow and empty,
and frustrated and irritated and I hate this place,
I truly hate this place, and my things are in boxes,
and I cannot wait to move far away,
for my life here is ruined,
and so, I rue the day, the day I moved here,
but my happily things are in boxes,
and all packed up to move far far away.
