Searching through memories
making them into stories...
This broken life
has too much junk...
All day, hiding behind these four walls
Watching tiny spiders as they crawl...
I know some things are out of my control,
Some things I don't get to decide...
It would be easier to give up,
Everything feels dark and blurry...
Watching you playing outside,
I wonder what goes through your mind...
I'm Picking Up The Pieces,
But They Just Keep Falling Down...
I feel Broken
fore it has been my fault...
Sometime i wonder if i have the strength to last...
My mom resents me, my dad don't want me, other...
Through our eyes we see
and with our ears we hear...
Fallen into the pits of my mind's hell,
Irritated by the shine of your smiling teeth...
One more time i will try tonight
With shots of courage in my vein...