I’m sending words up to the sky,

Hoping and wishing something will come my way,

That maybe just maybe will change the fate of my day.

Joy always seems to be a waste,

Since it always fades afore the night falls,

Almost like it was never there at all.

Poison seeping into my soul,

Searching for a spark that isn’t there.

I’m trying so hard to care.

Passion is foreign.

I’m feeling like I’m wasting the days,

My time floating away.