This time last year I was writing things that meant something that could stir something in your soul that could trump the monotony of waiting for a break I could make you listen I could make you lose your breath your sanity your reason I could do it all I could be it all now I am nothing rebuilding again always again and again it never stops the downward ***** I have been dumped in that dark pit too many times I am tired where did you go me or you this is what is left
What it is I don't know I don't know I don't know how to keep the faith how to trudge on how to be like the rest of you all without questions and haunting forms
what now