I can't get my self to like the things I liked before.
I can't get myself to like anything anymore.
If every tomorrow is a new day,
Than I am simply stuck in an endless cycle of today.
Everything is the same,
But different in a way.
I'm living in many universes.
All tied to the same pain that kills.
My mind goes in circles,
My mind wants me dead.
Maybe I am dead.
What a crazy thing to be said.
But I don't know what to think,
Or to do, or what way.
I have no voice.
No right.
No say.
