What I need is a new light.
My fire has fizzled out, flame by flame, I've died a slow death to myself.
I'm lethargic, completely apathetic, lazy, unattentive.
I'm rude.
I need God.
I ran away, and I'm having a hard time finding the path back.
I remember being passionate, full of life, on fire.
I'm not anymore.
I miss that.
I can't even cry.
I'm stoeic.
I'm dead.
