Laying on the bathroom floor.
I feel everything.
I feel nothing.
I need to cry.
I cant cry.
What are you doing to me?
Why are you trying to ruin me?
My eyes are shut, I cant see.
But I am glad I am blind.
Nothing to feel bad about.
Nothing to admire, no doubts.
Why do I write?
Why I am not to sure myself.
Its a high I get without a smoke.
This bathroom floor feels so cold.
So nice, so alone.
But what do you do in your alone time?
Leave it in the comments.