my bedroom window

everything
i try to write
i feel like i have said 
before
every idea
every word
every description
every door
to another possibility
gone out my bedroom window
along with my thoughts
and stupid memories
everything that goes too fast
everything that leaves me behind
just flies out that window
and im stuck here
im fucking stuck
longing for it to all come back
but damn it
i cant do anything
i can never do anything