The lonely mind
The bright screen of my computer stares back at me in a dark room with nothing but its light to shine my face bright .Shining the words ,pictures,wrtings of the net into my eyes .The bordom lingers going on site after site finding no releaf finding no joy in life .My fingers typing away ,typing nothing but the sorrows of my mind .The lies the truths the thoughts intermingle till i myself dont know the truth anymore .looking at this screen all night ,staring hoping i find a sign .Hoping i find some hint of what i am inside ,but finding nothing but the bordom and lonelyness of my mind .Why do i stare into this 20 inch screen every night typing away endlessly into the night .Till my eyes get heavy fall shut falling asleep dreaming till the morning night .Is this really my life? is it realy my life? no foreal is this really my life ?I hope not cause if it is maybe i'll just die .