Blank

Blank Mind.

Blank Soul.

Masked behind a false sense of happiness.

Why the hell does this keep happening?

I't can't be helped so please don't be mad at me.

I'm numb.

I know it sounds dumb.

I swear I stopped taking drugs.

I've been sober for quite sometime.

Only smoking weed to free my mind.

It gets me by with ease. 

It even helps me eat.

That should be a good thing. 

Even so I'm still hardly ever hungry.

Though you would surely disagree.

Oh wait who am I even writing to? 

If not to you...

Oh wait that's right.

I'm only writing to me...