Disinterest beyond feined disinterest
Reticence, loneliness
Who knows? Who cares?
Who can be bothered to help?
Who would know how to help?
Pretended laughs, forced smiles,
sinking deeper into depression
lower and lower
need sleep, need rest
Eternal sleep would be eternal pleasure.
Alone, friends can't help
won't
don't know
I can't tell them
they's balk.
I sit in my room and stroke my cat
Then I breathe,
Really breathe
And as the oxygen circles through me,
I know that I have life
And I need it
And it's worth something
because I have a passion.
I write.
Another fool would ruin my plots if they tried them.
The world without my books
Who cares?
Me
I care.
I want to write my books and
PUBLISH
them.
Mine. My life work.
The pages will pull me out of that abyss
Word. by. word.
And I'll return to the land of the living.
