Used to it

Unpleasant.
Bitter and tasteless.
A monochrome world
Nothing but black and white.
 
Relentless Breathing.
Lazy nights.
Surviving days.
Such troublesome.
 
There's nothing I can do about it.
There's nothing new about it.
There's nothing about it.
 
Lonely nights are sane.
Suffer from violence are sane.
Yet, I'm going insane.
I'm used to it.
 
Harm? I'm used to it.
Loneliness? I'm used to it.
Taking blame? I'm used to it.
 
Arts are lifeless
Partners are fake
The endless sky are dark
Drowning in the endless sea, that was I.