Bad infulences, and they're just for you.

My heart just keeps taking a beating of its lifetime, and it never seems to stop.
I just want to breathe the fresh mountain air, but I've sunk into a void, and I've seemed to be comfortable with not moving.
Searching for God knows what, maybe for a dream come true, or just a passage to another passion.
Patience hasn't really been very virtuous to me lately; just waiting for some more patience to pass me by.
It's foolish of me to keep pressing on this button, because all I get is the same unwanted clique, with no response.
Don't give me, because all reasons have been lost into these perplexed en tundras.
Don't show me, for this path has gotten me in the place where I am now, and this place has been overrated from the five stars.
Complaints have only shown loneliness, and people who live live without empathy.
Sleep has been a lack, given to me from the start, because my complaints have been deriving me of the energy I need to live off of.
I am officially surrounded by impudence, and I'm breaking that limb off of my body; for my heart cannot associate with it.
All expressing myself has ever given me; and shown me is another undisplayed debt.
My mind cannot keep up with my own needs, because they're unrealistic, with no consent to move; unlike my heart.
I'm losing nothing but my mind; and my eyes keep falling to the tip of my shoes.
I am the greatest person to ever associate things with things that never seem to matter; I guess there are some things I can't ever take back.