Have you ever seen a blank page?
Then, you'll probably know how my mind and my heart look inside
I don't have anything written inside any of them
Nothing more than sorrow and pain that can't be deleted with anything
The pills just take away the feeling, the words, they calm me for a while... and the people, I don't even want them close from me.
There is not a pencil that can erase, correct and re-write my pain. Here I am negatively thinking again, the same stupid fucking cicle over and over again, while my mind, stills blank.
Wow, that's how I similarly felt from bombing my midterms periodically. It almost seems like the narrator can say, he or she feels like a failure in life. I got over it from building friendships, so maybe there's a good comrade for you to help keep you company.
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