I used to think I knew what I wanted.
I think I know what I want.
After all that has happened I can't explain it.
I no longer care about my future.
I no longer care if I die in my sleep.
I no longer care if I die crossing the street.
I no longer care for this whole inside my chest.
I wish I could see the future I once had planned.
No after all that has happened I don't longer care.
I no longer care for who I want to be and who I am can not connect.
My thoughts have taken over.
A wish to die has increased.
I wish to die more than I did before.
I want to smile thinking of someone.
I wish I could see that future I once had planned.
Now I see I have to live not seeing any kind of future.
Someone please kill me I have in my head.
Well looks like I crossed the street.
Well looks like I'm up another day.
Geez I really wish I could smile again.
I see no future for me anymore.
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PoetryHere I write poems but I may make a new book as a continuation to this one but I don't know