and this weight becomes to heavy to handle.
But there's a solace in introspection,
Because living in my mind is easier.
yet I have so many thoughts running through my mind.
I am desperately longing to create something of substance,
so that my thoughts become the words I somehow can't find.
They are lost,
and I can't find them.
They are lost, but i am trying to find what is lost.
I'll spend my days in solitude,
I'll never leave this bed.
And when you left, I told myself that I would carry on.
But I'm struggling to find my way.
Unsure of this path I walk, but I carry on.