i hate feeling like this
a hopeless
jumbled
emotional mess
i cry for no reason
but there are
so many reasons
i could cry
i think of possibilities
and instead
of letting them inspire me
i let them
tear me down
i thought i was finally
getting to where i've dreamed of
but as i sit on my bed
in an empty house
and an empty heart
i wonder
if i've really been alive
at all
