Well Doc, diagnose me.

What can this soul tell you. What does the other want to hear. I’m burned out. I’m walking in my sleep. To no where. But it’s brutal. It’s wild. It’s too evil to be true. There is something wrong inside of me. I’m so cold. So ugly towards you. I don’t know what you can say to make it right. It will never be. I’m damaged but somehow I managed this far. There’s beauty in hardship. But I don’t know how I got lost in this cynical life. Cynical love. "It’s too late now, she’s gone crazy" I don’t feel what I’m supposed to feel.

"I don’t understand. Your emotions were doing so well. But they’ve regressed tremendously."

I don’t have the energy to care about wanting to care anymore. That part of my life is over. There is no good. Because all I can think of is the bad. It’s okay though. It saved me.