Nothing exists in this state of mind,
The night is stagnant,
But I'm doing fine,
The moon still shines,
When I lay awake at night,
Unable to see the light it gifts me,
But a life in darkness is the price I pay,
The world still turns,
When I'm lost in my head,
Trying to find comfort under the covers of my bed,
But there is no salvation for my gloom,
There's only doom,
But I wonder if the world stopped turning,
Would I stop hiding too?
Would I forget my agony and move on,
With the world I planned to neglect?
No,
Such thinking is naive,
And a waste of energy.
