Confused
I sit. I stare. I eat. I sleep.
My mind and soul are blank.
My body comes too cheap.
I just want to feel something.
It doesn't matter what I cost.
As long as I belong.
I'm so tired of feeling lost.
So awkward and out of place.
Everything is indecisive.
To live? To die? To stay? To go?
I wish my brian were more precisive.
Never regret or look back.
My mind is here and there.
Worrying, then calm.
My heart goes everywhere.
Wants to help and then it's gone.
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