When Shit Hits The Building.

People say I'm a good and nice guy.
However, I might have to disagree with that statement.
Because doesn't anyone who does good receives back good things?
In my case, not.
One week of happiness was all I was given.
Before shit hits at me again.
Indeed, when you thought you have the answer,
someone would just change the question.
Everything involved with me will just come to a complete halt.
I have nothing to offer and nothing compared to the rest.

I get the message, I'm backing off.

Take me away.
I've got nothing left to say.


Peace and love,
Lewis