Hope for ennui

You don’t do what I do
You don’t see what I see
Why everybody around me wanna die
Including me
No answer talking to god
Now all I talk to is me
Quick to race against time
Leave me vacant in peace
Take a piece of my heart
Some’s bitter, breaking, diseased
Oh no the aching don’t cease
These words are hope for ennui
Maybe sorrow’s in my bowl
They say you are what you eat
But I can’t swallow my grief
They say starvation is cheap
But I’ve been cursed to survive
Why won’t they let me just sleep