Days pass by
Unattentive and dry
Every night,
A cry for help
Lost my faith,
Drifted away
Every day,
Dread becomes clear
I can’t write
Can’t keep a diary of sorrows
Fill the pages with my tears
Materializing my fears
I used to write in agonizing detail, periods of my life when I go through difficult trials. But now in this time, I feel to tired even to do that.