This week….

I am sure things will get better
No need for me to write that letter
Shedding tears for family and friends
For the sake of them, I’ll make amends

But I just don’t feel much for myself
I think so much, it's bad for my health
It’s a waste and I see it’s a sin
So little good coming from within

That’s me, done
My race, run
Feels like, dark
There’s no, spark

I can’t describe the intensity of this hollow
Feelings that do no good, they feed and swallow
Me, and I’m done, no solution, no problem
To see and to resolve and simply solve them