ungrateful

They ask me to be grateful for the things I have,

But my damned heart longs for the love I lack,

Wouldn't it be a relief to bond  with another soul and let oxytocin flow?

But I feel so empty and dead that I can barely feel,

I watch romantic series to escape my boring reality,

Hoping an imaginary story  would rescue me from the wrath of hopelessness,

I long to be the happy carefree child I used to be,

Lonely meaningless adulthood sucks the energy killing me alive.