No longer do the stories, the ideas, entice me to bond, but rather leave with a feeling of nostaligia to the days where that was my life.
No longer do my dreams help me live through the present but rather just give me one more thing I wish I had.
Some may say nothing is wrong, but they don’t know the way I am feeling.
Some may say wake up and smell the coffee, but man, I smell it alright.
Everyday I wake up with high spirits, but reality sets in and kills those spirits.
Everyday I wake up with hope and a reason to feel happy, but that soon fades as the clouds of loneliness start rolling in.
Where are the days that I woke up with excitement?
Where are the days when I knew who I was?
Where have I gone?