There's just no joy in trying.
I feel like giving up.
And lying. 
What is the prize for going on. 
There's nothing here,
That gives me energy. 
No matter how pricey,
No matter how great.
It's just not appealing
As I sit here and wait.
Sex is pain 
And friends are lifeless.
Beauty is this world's lifelong goal. 
And tell me why should I care to mingle with such empty
souls.
The words are nothing
And the meaning is fake.
I feel so dead.
While others claim to be awake.
I just don't get
Why people are happy.
What do they want.
Where do they get it.
I can't seem to find 
A bit of motivation.