Sidesane

It almost feels like- theres nothing inside lost everything, joy- purpose and drive so many questions with no answers in sight where am i going? why cant i cry? it seems like there isnt anything for me just another plotless story that ends in failure or the writer dies i feel like the only one friends with no one just another plotless story just another plotless story i cant seem to find the inspiration waiting forever, at a trainless station the only one there, it isn't fair it seem my life is the only thing i cant repair i know there's something there inside it holds all passions dreams and pride but it's sleeping now, jus