I decide to go out and take a walk,
Why aren't the flowers carrying the same smell?
They used to grow with bright, fun colours,
Now all I walk past are bushes, bold,
Since when did march become so cold?

I go back home, I take a seat, and next a look around,
Right now, I don't know what's missing,
And why it can't be found.

Why is there a burning rock,
Where my heart used to be?
Why don't I recognize my own two hands,
Is this even me?
I have so much so much to live for, how come I can't feel love?
How come I am so needed here, but want to go above?
When will this pinching feeling ever leave my head?
How come I need to do so much, but rather be in bed?

I lay in bed, just playing on my phone,
When did insomnia kick in?
How come I can't seem to get some decent sleep,
In a world I feel so tired in?

The trees, the flowers, they're not pretty,
All that was wonderful just faded away,
But the alarm clock is yelling in my ear,
Here comes another depressing day....

Mickey Heart