I have no idea...dosen't make much sence. Angry and sad.

The memory of feelings I no longer have play in my mind, I watch them wondering why my own mind seems my greatest tormenter.
I cage the butterflys in my stomach, unwilling, and unwanting to feel there fluttering anymore. I glance back at the light danceing on the walls, I see two figures there, dancing so joyfully, I look away, almost ashamed to have looked at all.
With guilt I stand and shift around the dark room, empty, cold, it wasn't always like this, the walls were once vibrant with color, the lights weren't just phantoms, but like liveing things pulseing with the movements of others, laughter dripped from the walls, such extacy.
I close my eyes wanting to shut the images out. They ring in my mind so painfully.
But wait...this is my mind.