Facts are facts and I have had enough of this and that Bouncing around, my heads out of control spent plenty of nights being over emotional The tears that I wept, regardless of how I slept now stop me from sleeping at all I don’t have the confidence, I don’t stand very tall The only time I feel ok is when I’m curled up in a ball Times have changed, but I guess I never changed at all still that fat kid, staring at cute girls wishing i had a hand to hold the developed mannerism still didnt make me bold or wise, not even the slightest bit smarter tired out , im done trying to make the tools sharper and after a decade of this pathetic shit, I just want out everyone else did,sure why not, I’m throwing in the towel That’s it I’m done, it’s over, I quit I’ve had enough and I’ve taken my fare share of hits What kind of boxer bother to fights without the winning score guess that’s me, holding out until the whistle blows Taking beating after beating Trust me, I would rather stop bleeding with so many scars and cuts, it’s not just a metaphor serious health problems, but I just don’t care anymore I thought conscious input would be the difference but the results are in, it was only interference so I’m gonna have to make do and accept my appearance my personal, the good the bad, and even my brilliance I just wanted to be happy, shouldn’t have used the wings of Icarus fell so far, I ended up in a Hazey shade asking for deliverance away from the mess I made, high hopes of finding a way out it pains me to say, two years ago was when I should’ve thrown in the towel I think it’s strange that I feel so alone I mean Ive got friends, and we talk over the phone make meet ups and hangouts and generally just chill but I still feel like I’m missing something, and its making me ill puts pressure on the cranium, only holds so much before it starts to spills making it harder to decide on how I want to live my life, if even at all cant have another year like this, losing my achievements and failing my goals then again I guess I was stupid trying to save the world and search for a land gold time to just play the hand I was dealt, no more crusades on discovering how I felt to understand what I want or even who I am facing poverty and dead ends, I don’t give a damn I’m not happy the way this carousel continues to turn Everyone seems to cook well and I just keep getting burnt overdone pushed to the back and not given enough attention makes sense on why i stopped, and had to make my own intervention but it’s over now, I’m more than exhausted, one way or another maybe 2015 will be the year I get out Covered in blood sweat and tears, just write it down that I quit, Im probably going to need that towel
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 03:13:19 +0000
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