Why do I feel empty
Yet I'm filled with dread and regret
I walk forward
Determined to put the past in my memories
But I feel stuck
As if quicksand is biting at my ankles
I'm sinking through the gold syrup of the good times
Suffocating in joy rather than opening my soul to the suffering I've endured
My eyes are glued shut by the sickly sweet lies I tell myself
But my thoughts are racing, untranslatable, in a language I've never even learned
And just like that
I'm lost within me
Drowning in a repeating melody
That sings me a song of confusion
