Ugly Days

I can give and I can run until there is nothing left and then at my end what solace will appear?

What should I expect? Broken and a mess. Cliche words but fit my profile best.

I feel sorry for those who have wrung these words so there's no colours left because you can't climb the mountain when the truth comes crashing down on you.

I can live and I can love until there is nothing left and then at my end I wonder if my solace will appear.

I hate this world that I see today.