I think I'm going through a mid-life crisis. who am I? what am I doing here?
am I making an impact or am I just floating through life?
am I really depressed or do I just not know any other feeling than the numbness that travels from my brain to my heart.
or is the numbness that i think im feeling just part of my mind tricking me into not feeling anything at all. and if so is my mind tricking me to protect me or to hurt me.
maybe i just crazy, who knows
do i really care or am i just bored enough to pretend i care.
and if im just bored enough to pretend to care shouldn't i pick something else to care about.
or am i in the cycle of my mind tricking me over and over again.
i don't know if this is poetry or a journal entry. sorry bout it