I want to give up,
I want to let go.
But what will happen to me when I'm gone?
I stare blankly at the wall.
Apathetic toughts.
I don't care anymore.
My heart is just so sore.
Paralized, I cannot move.
Everyone is happy,
I'm so cold.
Everyone is moving,
I stay home.
I'd rather feel anger than boredom. 
But I hate pure joy.
My heart is not a toy.
What happens to me now?
Will tomarrow be the same?
I just don't know.
Should I let go?
Until I know,
I sit here in the dark,
All alone