The creativity i once had is gone
and i am left with my minds ashes
to identify who i am and what is special about my dying heart.

The excitement i once felt has completely faded and i can no longer see where i am going or what the future holds.

My happiness has vanished and i am tired of trying to be the person i once was.

I fell down this hole faster than an elephant falling of a cliff ,
and the only way to get out of it is being someone i despise.

What a shame there is no easy way up.

i am static
noisy , uncomfortable, irritating
i am a boat
floating , unstable , sinking
i am a doll
played , crooked , broken
but mostly , i am nothing