What do I want?
I don’t know I feel like there’s a void
Not like confusion but like there’s things missing in my heart and soul
Because I don’t understand what direction my feelings should point
Insert a bad and cheesy compass joke here
Sorry I’m just drifting away because truthfully as time goes on
I’m slowly starting to not feel at all
I look at my friends and I try to understand
Because they’re all feeling things with their friends
But the less I feel the less I write
Or the less I write the less I feel I don’t know which one is right
Either way I don’t have anyone with whom I know how to have meaningful talks
And I don’t know how to start that so I live alone and isolate and perpetuate this all
They ask me how I am so I just lie and pretend to know
I don’t
I think back to simpler times when there were many feelings I felt
You know, the good old days, in high school when I was depressed
And as I feel more numb every day it makes me reminisce
And start to even miss the days I felt so much that I had to cut my wrists
And to talk myself out of drowning myself by making some silly excuse
Of something to look forward to
Because at least I felt something and didn’t have to question if I even exist