why.
Why is this happening.
I can’t think of anything to do anymore.
I’ve lost my trait of thought.
I can’t think of anything to write anymore.
I’ve lost everything.
Why.
Why is this happening.
There has to be a reason for it.
Or else it wouldn’t be happening.
Like the candle light of my life has been blown out.
Like my heart has been torn out.
Like my sun refuses to shine.
And I’ve run out of rhymes.
I guess it might be time..
If only you were mine…
