as i sit i start to think
whats the point of me?
should i really even be?
these thoughts circle me
swimming through my thoughts
they swarm my heart and brain
this feeling is unappealing
the heavy weigh of my heart
tainted by your dark art
my eyes no longer glow
like the first blooming sunflower
and my smile no longer slips across my face
the hollowed hole where my heart used to be
has been taken over by misery
