Such a lonely day...and it's mine.
Discontent with the world surrounding me,
discontent with my own perception,
unsure how to regain contentment--
All perspective seems bent.
It's dark... inside and out.
I'm not sure how to bring it all about.
I can barely see right in front of me-- my own writing.
Guess it's the same..
My words are my thoughts,
and the world is my mind--
Hard and empty, blank and black.
I am ALONE
that's just how I feel.
The word 'happiness' seems so unreal.
Why is it I can't seem to regain conciousness?
I'm living in a dreamstate.
Everything's a blur, I can't read it.
No motivation to regain it,
I need no more strain.
I've lost my diary
Now how will I know what I want to be?
No one cares about me.
I am a face-- a thought nonetheless
To myself, I no longer exist.
I'd disappear if only I weighed less.