My mind becomes shadows
dancing on the broken glass of my emotions.
Dreary moment mend together,
a puzzle piece to all the pain.

I can't wait till the world turns black,
when I can't see, can't hear, can't dream.
Dreams have only brought me despair,
deepening the empty crevice of my desires.

I've lost my mind and never want it back.
The days blur by,
if only someone could care,
or at least actively pretend.

But at least somebody cares.
At least I can share the affection that I myself have missed.
Every thing has a purpose I suppose,
but what if your only purpose is to give others joy.