..

i walk atound my room
never wonder , never speak
my air just becomes the smoke i inhale
i disapear
unexistant
trapped
how is it that these things bother me still
how is it that you become the only thought in my mind
how is it that i havent destroyed
i have no pain
you keep taking it all away
and at the same time , leave me with nothing..

unfinished , like what i write...