When everything is right it still brings me down.
I feel like I am a puppet master, my body does what I tell it to but with no feeling connected.
The easiest way to live is to shut it all off.
I was happy just last week, and my life has not changed, it's only getting better.
But inside I am only getting worse.
I sit here staring up at my ceiling as the promises I kept to my self seem to flow out the open window.
