I don’t write to much any more
If I do, its usually at night, in my dark unlit bedroom
Lately, I don’t know how I feel
I ask myself, why cant I write down the things that are tearing me apart on paper
My answer to that is I don’t know
Im so numb
My feelings are in black and white
My problems are in the black zone
They are so cold, unreachable
I don’t understand them
My thoughts echo in my head
My feeling are playing a game
A game I will never win
Im just praying that I don’t let my feelings win
If they do and im not here tomorrow morning when the sun rises
Don’t mourn for me.