I burn too quick, I lost it all to fast. I grasped true feelings, felt them wither, watched them die, mourned their loss, I wish they were mine.
The loneliness fills me with motivation, wants, no... needs for achieving goals, for actually succeeding at something, for joy...
Joy that can keep me fueled for longer, to give me the inertia I need.
I know this is just a thought dump but it's all I could manage to get together about this prompt.