The feeling within

Bad vibes

The ceiling stands still, unchanging as I stare. The colors from my tv give it life, yet it still doesn't move. This i understand.

Potential, wants, ideas. Wasted on me. Heart sinks, music blasting, still no tears. Every fiber of my being wants to, but I can't seem to cry or feel anything.

All I can think about is how much I find wrong with myself. When I think about what people like about me I disprove it, I tell myself that it's a lie and a facade I put on.

Life truely is pointless, why do I try? What's the point of moving forward and caring? Why should I? I don't.

Yet you care about me. It drives me crazy, my heart races while my mind goes blank. You give me reason to live and something to love.

It's okay you don't feel the same. It's a wasted wish, but I'll waste everything I am for you.