The sound in my ears, pulsating into my soul and out of my skin.
I sit here in the dark and reach for someone..anyone.
Thinking about the past and what I will be in the future.
Will I be any different? Will I be loved or be of any help to anything?
Why am I living? Why is life so hard?
I ask all these questions and you know I wont do anything to find out the real truth.
I am spinning into the dusty air ..thoughts running through my head. I know I can't sleep so what else am I suppose to if I cant feel the pain.
Adding your comment: