Lifeless

There is so much running through my head, but I have nothing to say. My thoughts are random, trailing behind one another and changing every second. Like ripples on the water, it spreads, merges, forms, and the cycle continues.

I am sick of school. I want to drop out and say, 'heck with everything'.

I am not concentrating, unmotivated and uninspired by life.

I live each day like I'm dead. I just push aside all my worries and stress and wait for it to pile it up.

I need inspiration.

I need reality and my realistic dreams, not puffy dreams that can be blown away with one breadth.

Something is missing, the fire is out.

My fire is going out,
the flame flickers,
the wax its enemy,
the wick eaten up.

My fire is going out,
the wind stills,
the struggle continues,
but no one notices.

My fire is going out,
amist the hustle and bustle,
the cries and sorrows,
the happiness and ...

My fire is going out,
in the sea of flames,
its insignificant gasp of air,
and the world carries on.