”I dream of love,
for once to feel.”
I used to write, sometimes. But now i never seem to get further than 2 or 3 lines. A bit more if it is a story.
It’s like I’m empty inside. I don’t know what it’s like to feel anymore. To feel anything at all.
You can discribe my mind as a notebook with empty pages. Eventhough there is so much going on in there.
It’s just nothing, I’m not even wandering through words. It’s like that saying, I can’t see the forest through all the trees.
I just wish to vanish, that is all I ever wished for.
Or rather, I wish I was never born at all.
I’m sorry that you wasted your time on reading this.