Bland

Time has lost its meaning,
Food has lost its taste,
A world deprived of color
Is all I can embrace...
Drinking has no purpose,
Stamina I don't lack...
A thousand empty bottles
Cannot bring you back.
I haven't slept since february,
April is coming fast...
I don't anticipate a change
This miery shall last.
They say it will get better,
That all will be okay,
But they can't feel this darkness,
They cannot feel this pain.