ergh

Now why the hell does my soul have to be so fucking old?
Who knows, maybe I am old.

"a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one's head." - W.A.M.S. by FOB

That definitely describes me.
Who knows, maybe a soul is just a word we use as a safety blanket.
Our bodies die but our souls do not. Our spirit does not.
Maybe we just say that to cease the fear of the unknown.
Of what happens after death.

I am the tune to a lullaby,
the same melody you use
to sing yourself to sleep.
You will never know
how it feels to be
as lonely as me.

I am miserable at best.