Lost And Empty

A hollow sound envading
my gut is trembling
crying myself to sleep to forget
the small demons that wisper in my head
that possess me when I awake
depression because of the pitch black idea
that I don't know what I want to do with my life
the path I have chosen now doesn't feel right
I'm trying to figure out how to love what I'm doing
going to work in that profession
but it's stressful
to study something you are not interested in
i should get a hobby to not think of the path I had to choose
is a mistake
I just have to suck it up and deal
and who knows I might second love it