The night has its own method, its own thoughts and isolation.

A lot of the time I do not know why I try or care.

I am.

And, I do not like it.

This Is It

Mind barely able to function.
Throat burns.
Mind so clouded.
I just do not understand
the how and.

There is very few answers offered
so in a way it doesn't matter how you come
or really even why.
None good enough,
not even for me.

I'm trying to smile despite the sadness.
Life is better than I give it credit for...but...sometimes it is hard.