Pappret och pennan

I am wandering Alone
Like a ghost, wandering around
With no goal.
I see a lot of souls, but they all,
Seem to move so slow.

I don't know where to go,
When hurt is all I know.
What am I heading for?

Not even the stars can tell,
From pride I fell into,
This flaming hell.

Evil spiral, coming down.
Dwelling on my failures,
So Dissapoined.

I haven't figured out,
Why,
But numbers, they don't lie.

In my collapsing shell,

Too long I've not felt well.
This is my way of dealing with it,
Through my paper and the pen.