I sit in the baggy leather chair, what next for me? Thinking, am I going to go out to today? With someone? Who will it be? The day goes on and I am empty of thoughts. Am I alive or am I not? The problems buildup and the rage comes in. what is wrong I say. Blank. I have this voice and words very strong but when it comes time I freeze in fear. I save up for days waiting for the perfect time, and when it comes I sit down and deny. The days dread on and I feel weak, why didn’t I try when I had the chance to speak. I think of my mind and how it has failed me. Why? Why not help and see what I could be? I sit there and blame with rage all over my face. Wondering why can’t I find my place. The place to say what’s dearly important to me, the time and the day I should speak and show me. So ill go on with my days thinking the same things that is if they come to me. Blank.