Poetry, misery + other insights into bleakness.

There is a sea of hopelessness,

With water I can't tread.

I cannot walk o'er, nor try to swim;

Lest in seconds I be dead- Rose Carter 

Angsty poetry is not only a mild remedy to sadness, it also gives you this reminder that any person can create something beautiful out of sheer misery; depending on the language use.
And that's all well & good until you realise that the misery you face incorporates elements of absolute hopelessness. Nothing can be done to solve the problem, and nothing will soothe the pain.

So really, sometimes ambitions culminate in unavoidable failure. Sometimes, you know in advance that the odds aren't in your favour, and whilst carrying that burden, you still try to fight the odds, you still try your hardest to succeed, and you still have to endure the burden of seeing the triumphant ones wear their good fortune like a medal. Then the inevitable happens, and the weight of the world is upon you.

Tonight I faced a realisation; that two dreams I have may possibly culminate in failure most inevitable. It's disheartening to think of the times that those dreams made me happy, and now I think of them and the misery quickly engulfs my mind.

Is this the side effects of adolescence, or is it just that life likes to mess with you when you don't want it too?