My heart feels heavy,
My head is cloudy,
My thoughts depressing.

I don’t walk anymore...I wonder the city lights
Not knowing where they lead me.
I don’t look at things anymore...
I try ti simplify what I see
So that my depressed mine doesn’t get filled with subjective thoughts.

My eyes are tired,
My mouth is shut,
My feelings are opressed.

I don’t live anymore...I simply exist
Because my taunted being
Is so sunk in this inert world of mine
That the joy of the little things
(The joy of being alive)
Is just a sad memory
Of the life I used to have.