tonight i realize that there is nothing of meaning left in my world
i’ve lost all inspiration
i no longer have any hope
my ideas have become so fragmented they’ve disappeared
i feel as if i won’t survive another hour
i keep asking myself minute by minute why don’t i just end it all
yet i can’t bring myself to do it
i don’t know why
i have no reason left
what is stopping me?
something long lost within is making a breakthrough
outward feelings flowing
anxious feelings with no sense
the second hand slowly makes birth to a new minute
…why am i here?