It takes a lot out of me,

to remember the things I once loved.

It takes a lot out of me

to find that love, and keep it.

It takes a lot.

I look at my surroundings,

dreary and dull,

and all interest is lost.

Piled up school work,

left behind in the back of my mind. 

Missed texts and calls

from friends and family

flood my phone,

and I can’t be bothered to respond. 

I see the passion I once had

turn into boredom.

I see myself changing. 

I see the destruction of

what was once most important

wash my passion away.

Day after day. 

And yet,

I sit here still.

Unable to move.  

Unable to care.

Unable to give my energy

To those simple things

I was once able to love.