My mind so full of thoughts, that I wish it could be dead, my heart completely happy, yet so full of dread.
Tired and wide awake, though it may seem crazy, when I can't talk right or even think straight, a world so dark and hazy.
Every day goes by so fast, each one shorter than the next, its a wonder that these words can even be put into text.
There's so much I want to say, or to express what's in one's self.
But it's as if I've been locked in a glass cabinet, to sit alone on my shelf.