Writing What came to my mind while I was in bed looking and the ceiling
The last goodbye
SitTing on my floor
the cut doesn’t seem deep enough
Try again
Waiting for the world to pass me by
I care for all of you
I don’t want there to be
Anger
Fear
Sadness
Blame
I want the world to continue
My life was simple
Insignificant
I realized recently that everything
I’m fighting for is for nothing
And I thought to myself then what is the point
I had No answer
No one could give me one
So here I am at the bottom of my bed
Waiting