my ice cream is melting
but i just started eating
i love ice cream so much
even though my rooms freezing
i'm eating it up with the smallest of spoons
because i feel guilty alone in my room
but i wouldn't be eating ice cream if i really felt bad
maybe i'm eating it because i feel sad
i really don't know what i'm feeling anymore
it's all become blurry don't know why or what for
i'm always so tired i want only sleep
but i have to get up and do some stuff
i finished my ice cream so whatever
i don't care how this poem ends