Blue.

I know I live a life that won't change for sometime. I feel ill - quite strange. I haven't cried for a while. I don't prize myself for my ill health. It starts to turn into an empty room, which is now my doom.
My past is gone. Well, I know this is not what I wanted. My head was clear, not in fear of how I did. And you never took control when I lost the soul to my blues, a long time ago. A long time ago.