You’ve come so far 

A bit on the low side

A tad on the slow ride

Can't really put forth my feelings

They exist on spectrums beyond me and my frail emotions

To wonder and to aspire

Psychological briefings with the maniacs inside my head

In a prayer i form solemn hope

Deprived of any happiness I was meant to feel

A void deeper than the darkness in the world

Exists in my heart, my mind, and soul

Poor me

Woe is me