You know, I almost feel sorry for you. How you’ve never felt a darkness so deep that you physically can’t get out of bed…
if life is all we have, how is it so empty?
how do i preserve ever fleeting memories?
trying to hold on to anything in a world constantly drifting away
i would do anything to make things stay
I’m lying awake, unable to sleep.
With closed eyes, my mind races and paces.
I have a pointless agenda to keep,
Full of endless tasks and unknown places.