Why can't I sit and write?
Why can't I sit and read?
Why do I feel trapped in a vicious whirlwind, and why can I not breathe?
Why can't I find fun in the activities I "enjoy"?
Like playing video games or revisiting old toys.
How come I can't rekindle old this old flame?
Not romantic one, just with my own disgruntled brain.
Everyday, every damn day, my soul is in constant pain.
Forever tortured in life, and in death, i shall remain.