It’s weird to see how unhappy I have become.
This emptiness feels like an open hallway.
I’ve been searching for something,
but it seems I have lost myself.
I am struggling, spiraling out of contol,
and as I live out my days I plumet.
My smile faded and my heart crumbled.
I need something to budge.
Incomplete is an understatement.
Crippled thoughts harass my mind.
I am a broken man, yearning for a fix,
but it seems too late to find.