I'm so confused,
And broken down,
My life has changed.
I don't know why,
This isn't me,
I never act this way.
These dry tears,
From my weeping eyes,
No longer seem to come.
The days pass by,
Wondering and confusion,
Are all I consist of.
Hopefully soon,
My mind can rest,
From dreaming the impossible.
At this point this is the way my mind thinks, so I guess you wouldn't classify it as a poem..or would you. I don't know you guys comment and tell me what you think.
