The Game

I can't write.
My inspiration is gone.
This is not normal.
Something is wrong.

Where did I go wrong?
What has happened to me?
I'm merely a spirit.
I just want to be free.

My thoughts are intrusive.
My fears are set in a perpetual repeat.
These feelings I feel have found victory,
And I wallow in a perpetual defeat.

It shouldn't be this way!
I'm happy, can't you see?
I have big dreams and hopes,
But I'm stuck in a village of desolation and disease!

I pray this isn't the end.
I don't want to go out this way.
But I wan't you all to know,
That I am losing more of me every day.