Life

I start to write, release my mind

yet nothing flows or so I find

until I start to just not think

express the words, I start to sink

into a place I often go

just then is when they start to flow

Trapped in this shell I hate with a passion

the darkest deepest thoughts I fashion

the life I hope for....scratch that...

the life I know ill never have

I miss the memories ive never had

Ive tried to be something im not

ive tried to be me but who I am ive forgot

just a shell of a former, younger me

held down by nothing, just careless and free

Ive tried so hard to express my ambitions

reach out for the stars, think about my descisions

but nothing I do is ever enough

“dont fuck with me now cos im doing my “Stuff””

is what i'd say if I didnt care

that the other person loved me, that the other persons scared

its what I would say if I couldnt be trusted

if my life was a mess and I hadnt adjusted

to the fact that I now had somebody to care

take me through life and somebody to share

But anyway...where was I at

back to the life that I hope....scratch that

back to the life that I know will never be

the hardest part is that I have to agree

ill never be anything worth anyones time

no matter how hard I try and make sentences rhyme