Here I am Agen Then Gone

Theres a dark corner some were in my head
In a dark place on Du
This is were i am.... I think...
I come here to think or perhaps just to feel
I.... I think im for gotten... Or maybe just dead
Here I am... Like i say one tomany times.
Here I breath... out of dulling monotony
I have grown in to somthing. This feels so odd
No.... My mind is still not clear and no... Im not happy.
I hate my jobs that bores me to death. And i still dont trully know who I am
I remember when I would come here. To feel better and smile
I remember when my poems would heal.
I here today... Seeing of it would work agen.... Sady... It doesn't