I lay naked on the cold floor
however, warmth is what I felt
Thoughts lingered
If I die, will I be happy?
If I die, will I be complete?
If I die, will I be contented?
Thoughts lingered
I wondered how I became this way
So sensitive that everything hurts
Thoughts lingered
Am I still mentally stable?
Am I still sane?
Thoughts lingered
How can I smile when I'm this sad?
How can I laugh when I'm grieving?
How can I be happy if I'm dead inside?
Thoughts lingered
How can I ask when all this time, the answer to those questions are... known.
