Staring at the ceiling, Finding my words to describe this feeling, Silence that can be defeaning fills my room, Emptiness that is overflowing, To the point that I can't control feeling the gloom, Trying to understand even though it's confusing, Having piece of mind for being alone, But looking for someone to ease the loneliness that I feel for so long, Trying to find a flower that will bloom, In a garden of withered blossoms, Hoping to feel the euphoria, But in the end I still feel the misery, Thinking of surviving this life and being alive until now is still a mystery.
I haven't posted anything here for a long time, so this is my quick writing...