When I look into myself I become scared
I really have no idea where I have gone...I feel nothing anymore.
Slowly I am becoming like all I never wanted to be, the enemy of feeling.
My drive is becoming less and less every time I evaluate
My evaluations are thorough and I can never find anything shiny
I pull through everything to get to myself, but nothing comes up, only crumbs of what I once was.
Where have I gone?
The only thing worse than dying is being alive and feeling nothing
Maybe it is because I am living a not so adventurous life.
Or maybe something is wrong with me mentally.
I don't know how to keep faith anymore and frankly can't save up money.
My ideas are still thriving through all of the mess though
My art is the only ticket to a better life.
Focusing hard.
The only thing left.