Into my thoughts, you will see my world

I miss nothing in the past, at least not now, I wonder what the future holds, but they say live in the present and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. Sick of thinking about life. Everyday, there's people dying, war here, murderers, thief, and most of the time it's about the world that is not civilized. Right now I'm holding on to something that I'm loosing grip. I'm slipping into the deep, that's scary and tricky, I search in the darkness, I search for the light, everytime there's a dead end but I'm sure there's the end, just not the end of end. I write my thoughts day after day, I write my feeling and turn it to lyrics.
I'm in a strangers room, still in search for an inspiration, but the dull room invades my thoughts, with hateful, pity, lost, and scared. There's songs in my head, but nothing can describe the situation in my thoughts. Should I write a short story or should I continue on babling about nothing, what's the answer to my question, what's the thought that I'm thinking.