Be Back Someday

All I want to say is, I'll be back someday.

A broken smile

I'm at a point where I hate myself and others.

Nothing gives me pleasure anymore. I am broken. I am lost.

Everything is just broken apart.

It has been this way for a while. My smiles and giggles are just bubbles of a life I once had, the last of it escaping.

I'm going absolutely mad.

I don't want this girl to be me anymore.

Do I ask too much? Or too little?

Nothing left to hold on to. Meaningless.

This world I live in is just a real mess, and I don't think I want to be here anymore.

I guess I don't have any choices though...

That's it.

Writing poetry
Or something of the sort
In a dark room
That shuts off the world
Imaging a Sky
I knew long ago
When things were the way
They were supposed to be