
Once upon a time I used to be happy
I used to be sad
I used to have feelings
I used to suffocate.
But now its all gone
nothing new or old to rely on.
A numb, sore entity
to pass these days and nights along.
What am I supposed to write?
What am i supposed to tell?
A quiet sombre story
instead of a doomed novel?
Or a cruel pathetic tour
about what the reality is, what’s on hold.
What’s next to burn out
the tired little soul?
Is this the outburst or even if there’s more?
What’s the point behind all of this
if its already been told?
-inokio🌸




