Lost

Confused indeed I am.

Lingering the moment which I know nothing about. Kinda like Jon Snow.

Trying hard. Yes it's in the affirmative.

But every time I tried I end up failing.

It was like, Fuck I'm old,

But the misery won't end.

For every shit I told

I get more than a thousand fold.

I miss writing, I miss my co-writers as well.

As fast as we build, goes fast as we fell.

I tried writing so many times. Trying to get at least a portion of that old self

But it ends up unfinished, like the governments crap

I don't know where I'm going.

I'm not even sure if I'm aware of what I'm writing.

I'm just here, glaring with a blank stare

Save me. At least I say.

I'm tired with my burden

I'm even too tired to say I hate life.

I work, I play. Without anything to gain

What am I sitting here for?

Damn, I don't know where I am.