Absurdity

A writers soul

I dont think we ever feel whole

Trying to escape the feeling

These emotions Im trying to gather, reeling

Theres a void in my heart

I dont know when it did start

Nothing seems to satisfy me anymore

When I think about it, did it really ever before

Trynna sleep, looking at the walls

Walk around a house with empty halls

Full of people but theres no love

Keep searching for help above

Keep losing myself

I really need some help

Whats the point of all this

Marriage, kids?

Money, cars

All that doesnt seem that hard

no one understands

I have goals but no plans

They hear my words

In there head they think in absurd

Think it just made up fun time

But this is my heart and soul nothing but the truth in my rhyms