Blue Skies lost their Wonder

I'm finished with this suffering.
I'm done with all this pain.
I'm sick of all this rambling.
I will not be the same.


I wouldn't say I'm happy now.
I wouldn't say I'm not.
I don't feel really anything.
It's really not a lot.


Apathy running boldly,
Coursing through my veins.
Confusion bubbling upward,
Not sure of what pertains.


Blue skies lost their wonder.
Dark clouds lost their scare.
Forgetting how to smile,
Yet I don't even care.


Failing doesn't matter.
Success is not a choice.
I can't even think right now.
How can I have a voice?


The lights are all burnt out now.
I'm sitting here alone.
Yet there are people everywhere.
I'm better on my own.