At 17 hours +
I'm sad as I know that he isn't...
I know I'll be sad over him being so
I know I'll cry for him to live I know I'll suffer to wish for him
I know nothing will happen
I know my words are for my eyes...only
No one is to read such things...
No will know me...
I feel sad as to know its been 17 hours
I feel sad knowing that it's better this way
I feel sad knowing that I don't know to feel now
I feel sad for not feeling anything
I...feel nothing....as always
I create a dream where I do
Create something that's been done too many times
I live in a fantasy created by others
I live in my own wrapped up delusion of a fantasy
Words are just that with no meaning
No meaning to express me
Give me an excess
Give me the meaning...