The Past, Why am I thinking About it.

Nothing to do
Sitting in my room.
Staring at the ceiling.
I dislike having this feeling.
I am Alone and Single.
Don't even I want to mingle ?
When I open the door, I see
Nothing. Nothing at all.
I take a look at the phone.
What the hell, Not even a call.
Loneliness is in my blood.
Coming at me like flood.

Trying to escape this.

Is there a chance of me making it?

Getting my hopes up.

Feeling like I fucked up.

Why can't I just be me for a day?

Why is it hard trying to find what to say?

 I'm hiding behind the wall.

Truth comes out, I break down and fall.

Don't want to accept it but I got no choice.

I'm tired of wearing out  my voice.

Tired of this negative thinking and this empty space.

Yea, I think I need to move away from this place.

Bad memories and problems out the ass.

Feelings don't matter, they shatter just like glass.

Why am I still thinking about this shit?

It's not even worth it.

I need to go outside.

Not sit in the room and die from the inside.