I can't see it.
Can't feel it either.
My soul is lost, in a torrent of pain.
It's breaking up, bit by bit.
It's slowly dying, from a deadly fever.
My heart is torn, sliced by the falling rain.
I don't know where I'm going.
I hate myself for not knowing.
My mind is broken, wires frayed with time.
They're a mess, a jumble of feelings.
A cryptic maze with too low ceilings.
My emotions are dead, an unspoken rhyme.
I can't.

