Why can't I sit and write?
Why can't I sit and read?
Why do I feel trapped in a vicious whirlwind, and why can I not breathe?
Why can't I find fun in the activities I "enjoy"?
Like playing video games or revisiting old toys.
How come I can't rekindle old this old flame?
Not romantic one, just with my own disgruntled brain.
Everyday, every **** day, my soul is in constant pain.
Forever tortured in life, and in death, i shall remain.
Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 12:28 AM UTC
Why can't I sit and write?
Why can't I sit and read?
Why do I feel trapped in a vicious whirlwind, and why can I not breathe?
Why can't I find fun in the activities I "enjoy"?
Like playing video games or revisiting old toys.
How come I can't rekindle old this old flame?
Not romantic one, just with my own disgruntled brain.
Everyday, every **** day, my soul is in constant pain.
Forever tortured in life, and in death, i shall remain.
- Ryan Cripps (c) 2023
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