Not knowing what happens next.
hopeing it all works out for the best
life is not just a simple game
its caught up in pride guilt and shame
not knowing what to do.
hopeing you can pull through
you feel empty
even tho your full.
full of hate love and envy
we cant get rid of it can we
we push hard, to strive, to over come.
but still we feel stuck.
and just when you feel like its the worst it can get.
the walls keep building in this hateful pit.
no way to get out
all you can do is shout
cry for help plead and beg
not knowing... what will happen next.
but right when you think your life is through
this bright light has found you
pulling you up into the atmosphere.
then, with your last breath you disappear
