Emotions In Question
What is this emptiness,
That steals away my confidence,
Makes it hard for me to write,
And thus i cannot create,
Is it sadness?
Or just pure madness?
I need a psychiatrist,
Because I'm afraid of sleeping,
But feel like dying,
I have gone blind,
But clear images appear in my mind,
I have become deaf,
But loud voices I hear in my head,
My soul is crippled,
yet my hand walks on this page,
My mouth is speechless,
But my pen can't stop speaking,
What is this feeling,
That has my heart bleeding,
I know,
But I don't,
And the question is,
Have my thoughts ended,
With the stop of my pen?
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