Messed up

I did messed up a lot and i cant do anything about it

I don't know what what to think and i just feel it

I don't know what to do anymore

I don't even know what to think anymore

I continue to fall in to the depths of unending

falling into the space that is freezing

or entering into the atmosphere of the sun that is burning

this feeling is indeed addicting

sometimes i don't feel like talking

but i must talk to give a lot of people peace that they longing

now it is indeed depressing

writing this poem makes me feel little bit to go further

but a lot of reasons are making me pull to get deeper

deeper of the depths of of nothingness

I already get use to the coldness of this distorted depths of meaningless

being weak makes you the strongest and you don't need a test

to test the strength that you have 

because alot of people dont want to be weak because they were afraid

in the circumstances yet you are there to face it