I'm feeling a confusion
Or maybe it's just delusion,
Does she still like me?
I'm probably as annoying as a bee.
I feel like I'm a burden,
Hiding all my feelings behind a curtain
Of doubt, uncertainty and hesitation,
It feels nothing short of damnation.
I don't even know why I'm trying to rhyme
All of these thoughts and I'm running out of time
It's time to halt this cursed rhyme
And talk with you from my heart
I'm feeling so hollow and wishing there was no tomorrow, all I feel is apathy and it's pure agony, I can't even write any more because all my feelings are gone, what is a sea without water? What is spring without a flower? What is summer without its schoring sun?
What is a writer without his ink?
What is a poet without feelings?
The bad rhymes and uncertain structure resembles my mental state...