Dry_Tears

I sit in the corner
Trembling and cold
The strang thoughts
Spinning in my detached mind.
I stare into this bleakness--
This strange bleakness,
You all call Life.
This bright blackness.

I can't cry anymore.
I know not what to cry about.
Everything's mixed together, yet separated.
Every day that goes by,
I learn more and more.
Too much.

That's why I'm sitting
In this dark, cold corner--
Crying dryly.
With all the strang, mixed thoughts
Spinning and circulating
In my detached mind.