19 April, 2009

Restlessness

James Crouch

Pacing
brain numb
need to do something
nothing comes to mind
The colour of life
is leeched out, leaving grey
Passion is gone
mixed feelings remain
feeling like a shell
empty on the inside
memories of lost life
Trapped in my mind
haunting me
Fake smiles
Fake enjoyment
Fake love
Fake life
Self medicating for an answer
Self destruction for a lifestyle

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