I feel burned out.
I want time to learn to love myself, but can\'t in these endless days.
Oh do I miss a silent and nostalgic night.
I miss feeling passionately.
But I still do.
Is it the endless caffeine that streams through my veins?
Or is that a symptom.
I try to wake up.
The pressure suffocates me.
I crave loneliness.
I feel love.