i eat, but food tastes like nothing
i move but hardly gracefully.
i try but not nearly enough.
i drink and i drink a little more everyday
i sleep but its more like blacking out.
i close my eyes and when i open them I'm in the same place merely another day to pretend to love- to live through- just get it over with
soon this will be over and i'll be me again.
everyday is a step forward but nothing more then a static thought in my mind
my body moves- my mind lags behind it
you cant sit and wait for life to come to you
but I'm tired of chasing it
my eyes are puffed closed
my heart is merely paper mache and someone has popped the balloon inside
Hollow
i need to start again
rip this paper glue shell open and throw it away
Maybe this time i'll be something convincing- something well founded
Maybe i can evolve
Something more then this feeble decrepit form simply making it day to day
there has to be more to life then this
there has to be a way out of this
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