I feel I haven’t written in a couple of days
Probably because my mind has been in a haze
Slowly stopping, coming to an end
Like a car with no business driving on a dead end
My mind is weak, numb, and fragile
I am no longer young, forgiving, and agile
I have grown old
My sanity is breaking
I no longer feel like writing
Perhaps my mind is dying
This whole time I’ve been lying
To myself and to you
To whom my affection reigns true
I can no longer go on
Join me, will you?